Saturday, October 14, 2017

Sentient earth




At the sunset
The fusion fire helium ball
acquires its quaint roundness.
Fibrous cumulus ice crystals
brushes itself into an art.
Waves of saline water
collide into blue melody.
Nature’s rhythm soothed
over billions of year’s trial.   
All arranged in
supremely aesthetic display
for the waves of photons
to strike the retina.

The rain  
All the silliness
The patter in the rain
Gather into puddle
Dissolves the muck
There are no waves to settle
Just a shadowy stillness
The infinite drift
The formless
Vague
Ungraspable
Then the rain
The rain


Fibonacci sequence

Add the last two numbers
And it spirals
To conspire with nature
Into its self-propagating infinite brilliance
One, one, two, three, five, eight, thirteen…so it goes
To construct a compact blue print for delicate life
To catch enough of sun in its golden fraction
Peace lily is a one petal flower
And that is where the Fibonacci begins
Its dalliance with colours  
A balance that sparkle
In one petal, two petals, three petals, five petals…
And the whole world comes alive
From sunflowers, cyclones to galaxies
To rejoice in the numbers      



Sentient earth
The consent to reality is a pact   
That unfolds in the narrowing spiral of feeble consciousness
When the lines broaden for eternity
The horizon beams the serene golden path
Snags it when accomplished
The glorious life



Lament of hopelessness

In the clogged sickly green downstream
gill sucks in the air
to lighten the struggle,
a bubble plock the surface
startling the praying mantis intent on ladybird.
  
The storm surge like an insistent cuddle
wells up the dreary night.
Swaying trees crackle, explode in its own burden
cinders whirls in the stray bin
to conspire with the migrant wind.
White islands nods futile in the blue vastness
invain search for an anchor of life
in the quivering acceptance of the stranded
gaze the approaching stillness.  
Earth wobbles and shrivels to let go
its nasty tenant
grab vagrant carbons back into its fold
to be rearranged into nature’s interrupted prose.

Unsettled ibis on the coconut palm
beats its enormous wings
gives out a primal shriek
in the drowning deluge.

Hear.  



Encroachments  

The squirming star
finds itself reflected in the still stream
clogged in the hyacinths.
A keelback cleaves the darkness

of the humid night
brief commotion unsettles
the quaint shimmer.
Meanwhile an upheaval gathers

and doesn’t wait for its turn.
Air gnaws the water.
Water drowns the life.
A haze sets in

and so began the dance of death.
Birds flutter and crumble.
The melt swells the ocean
and the waves rolls and rolls.

Sky turns torrid
and the trees turn black.
The tremble knocks the life giving poise
off its pedestal.