Edge

There is a bouncy ball

inside of me – bouncing

left, right, up and down –

it makes me edgy, dreamy

and twitchy – walking up

and down my living room,

talking incessantly – mostly

to myself, I reach a point

The point divides itself

into three or four paths –

I stop and look – unsure

which way is the right

way or if there is one;

if all is a matter of choice –

how to make it; a grand

old, huge tree next to me

sways with the wind –

it seems to speak to me,

whispers … rather, says words

in an unfamiliar language

and yet there is some thing

I understand in its message

- not fully though; I wait, sit

and listen – only when

I’d decipher, I’ll move on

Verse & photo: © Sanchita C 2014

Divine Intervention

Tears had dried up

I wasn’t mourning

for the love I cannot

accept, I stepped

near my window,

opened it – big, round,

smiling, kind eyes looked

up at me and said:

“hey, it is alright”;

Must be my personal

version of divine intervention

that saved the day

for me, brought me

a big, bright, sunny smile!

The City

I walked the streets

of the city in the heat,

while the rains came and

washed me and

then its air became

pleasant – all the while

pictures and words

were formed – some

came to get attached

to my mirror and

leaves, some spoke

to me and brought my

inner being onto themseleves,

others got lost in the

metropolis of crowded

millions; I got

busy with heartaches,

ambition and bodyaches,

meanwhile the city was

grinding me to make

me into a substance

of calm, clearness and courage –

it threw out the pulp

of dimness and doubt

and nurtured the

loving, trusting, frolicking me

Photography and verse: © Sanchita C 2014

Photos were taken in Mumbai