Thursday 29 November 2018

Ancestral marvel

Sun chasing cool mist crawls past my soul
Wild jack trees sway in excitement as I walk through
Tapioca dipped in fish gravy manhandles its landlord
Escaping barriers, she sends her aroma to excite my nerves

Acknowledging her call of longing, I cross a sloping stone road
I slide down gracefully to the lap of an adorable home
With love and nature around, a well and a pond to ponder
I sense the ancient heart of me throbbing aloud

Distant church bell reveals prayers that made me
I ruminate the past served in spotless plantain leaves
The happiness that spreads brightens the high skies
Tongues, minds, and silence brings forth a million memories
Drinking palm nectar, I walk on my ancestral leftovers
The breath I inhale is from my ancestor’s trachea
These waters washed the dirt off my blood countless times
And quenched the thirst of my lineage

Undetectable green stem and its soiled brown roots, I comprehend
Twigs may have moved on to different continents or places
It’s a mystery, how I had been made up from million years ago
It’s a marvel, the way I live had been planned and saved long ago

Monday 5 November 2018

Avni- the ever-glowing flame

The breath of her longing and fear lingers
The green walls of her home weep - after
Her residence turned a mouth of a dragon.
She wasn't allowed to live or die naturally
Her enemies want her as a symbol of pride
Her glowing skin as a showpiece of victory
But... she needs just her home, her habitat, and kids.

She was the mother of two young bright children,
Full of love and play, the home roared in happiness
A day came when she metamorphosed into a destroying fire
The anticipated threat, her motherly instinct blossomed
Eyes transformed every trespasser into a monster
She killed every intruder eavesdropping her parenting silence
Labeled the mad mother, the man-eater, she was murdered
The murderer becomes a hero and she a villain, not victim

In a world of wolves who know not a mother's love
In a world of wolves who knows not to pacify a defending mother
In a world of wolves where the kids are not protected
How could she survive even if she was a tiger?

She just merged to her funeral pyre to keep glowing
Hoping to find a better home for her descendants.

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Ancestral marvel

Sun chasing cool mist crawls past my soul Wild jack trees sway in excitement as I walk through Tapioca dipped in fish gravy manha...