Ripples…of the soul
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Be it her depiction of children
“As you lay in the crib on a soft bed with tiny cushions I saw your small hands”
A butterfly
“In early spring bright wings a sea of flying color in a garden of flowers”
A busy marketplace
“The early morning rush, the train, the bus a crush”
Or the Train of Life
“The train of life when it arrives with its solitary passengers at the platform of death leaves behind memories that wither like flowers on a wreath”.
In this day and age when we are surrounded by the concrete jungle she takes the reader on a virtual trek through nature while sitting in the drawing room. Her description of death is an eye opener as it reveals the complexities of this unchangeable and final truth of our lives. Not to mention her narrative of life, which is equally engaging.
One poem that will particularly touch the reader's heart and connect with every reader is "My Granny." A grandmother is an indispensable part of our lives and this poem brings out in a very simple and charming manner the story of this wonderful woman. A truly appealing collection of verses wherein every poem will strike a chord with the reader.
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Ripples…of the soul - Chitra Srinivasan
Bean
The Sparrow
As I gazed out of the window
I espied a sparrow
Chirping tweeting
Merrily flying.
In and out of the dwelling
Small wings flapping
It flew carefree
Or so it seemed to me.
A closer look however
At the bird’s endeavor
Bared a system to the flight
As I soon found its intent.
On its flight into the suite
Hung a straw on its beak
That was tucked carefully
In a covert corner neatly.
Curious I watched as the sparrow
Flew in and out of the window
And busily peered around
Before securing the nest sheltered.
Straw by straw in built
The small cozy nest
A snug bed for its fledgling
That would soon be hatching.
The nest nestled among books
So cleverly in a nook
Where the eye could barely spot
This tiny habitat.
But my sharp eyes spied the dangling straws
And found they were ruining my precious books
And cruel as I was I dispensed with this work of art
When no bird was in sight.
My soul pinched by a twinge of regret
Was put to rest in a moment
Just a few eggs split to fragments
And some straws reduced to dust
But to my surprise, the sparrow returned
With straws on its beak ready to build
A new nest for its little one
To shelter from the elements.
And again it went through the motions
Of flying out and in
Bringing a straw one by one
To make a nest for its little one.
I was puzzled
Didn’t the sparrow understand?
It was not wanted in this place
So how was it setting up a nest in this house?
And once again I destroyed its home
Hoping that this time round
The sparrow would, intelligently
Look for another home for its baby.
But I was wrong
The sparrow was back at dawn
Its beak dangling with straws
All in a tangle, to delicately weave a lattice.
Removing straws, shooing the birds
Did not in any way deter
Their incessant flutter
Into and out of our quarters.
Though less than a span in size
The sparrow, I thought is very wise
‘Cause it pursued its intention
With single-minded determination.
And to me it dawned out of the blue
That whatever life offers, in whichever hue,
Hope the size of a straw on a sparrow’s beak
And singled-mindedness is all one needs
To build a nest of our hopes and dreams
In life and beyond.
The Cocoon
A caterpillar in a cocoon
Tired of its small confine
Yearned to fly out
And see the pretty sights
Of the wonderful world
And in anticipation
When Oh When
Will I fly out of this cocoon?
One fine day
The caterpillar became a butterfly
And soon emerged
In joy fluttered
Looking at the birds and bees
The flowers and the trees
The butterfly tasted the wonders of life
Outside the cocoon.
The butterfly flew
From bower to bower
Sipping nectar
From every flower
Making new friends along the way
Holding everyone in its sway
Feeling carefree and gay
The butterfly flew in abandon
Outside the cocoon.
As time passed the butterfly’s wings
Took on a new color and sheen
Growing in poise and confidence
It held its peers in a trance
Gliding through the air
In tune with the changing winds
A melodious sequence of song and dance
How lovely it was outside the cocoon!
Slowly, the butterfly, like a chameleon,
Changing colors, got proud and brazen
Its charm went flying out of the window
To be replaced by an inflated ego
Surrounded not by friends but flatterers
The butterfly now became vain
Losing all that it had gained
When inside the cocoon.
And as the sands of time wore on
A sense of boredom crept in
The wings now looked colorless
A little pale and lifeless
Though, still poised and ambitious
There was a feeling of weariness
A germ of a thought emerged
Was it worth leaving the cocoon?
Little by little the butterfly caved in
Lost and lonely among many
Its sense of direction gone awry
Now none was held in its sway
But fly it had to, in its own way
And then it again wondered about the haven
From where it had emerged, the cocoon.
The awareness then dawned
On the butterfly, by now enlightened
That the cocoon was the place
Where it had found space
To introspect on every aspect
And design a blueprint
For its movements and actions
In that dream place, the cocoon!
But then it was too late
And with a twinge of regret
Realized ‘twas no longer possible
To go back into that shell
Not at least physically
Into the solitude of serenity
Where only its voice could be audible
The quite safety of the cocoon.
Physically no… however, mentally?
Yes! That was an option surely!
This gave the distressed butterfly
Confidence