Sunday, February 14, 2016

To happiness, joy and a great spectacle



Light up

Stumbling through leaves 
and stepping on stones
along a deep dark forest trail
hunched trees peer down 
cupped branches entrap darkness.
Along the most unlikely forest bend
glinted a few tiny sparkling hints. 
Gathering pace I gaze and squint 
at a galaxy of stars 
propped up on bushes near and far.

Hedged within reality 
on the horizon of fantasy
is a forest of stars. 
Afraid to appear 
yet here they are.
It's no lie 
the foreplay of fireflies
They come alive and begin to play
hide and seek, slowly they stray.
Eavesdropping on the sweet talk 
I took a walk
with my thoughts
fleeting wings and pulsing joy.

I hook my palm and stole a star. 
Then I had to let it go
The only way to enjoy the glow.
I thought of a jar 
full of stars.
But captured and jarred 
they would burn and char.
Fireflies and joy are meant to fly
though they may seem fleetingly shy
yet lasting in the minds eye.

I seek not what I find
I bind not what's meant to fly
Memories of joy will always light up.
Now I step back and watch the show 
as the rhythm peaks and flashes flow
A forest fire in cold glow

April 2015

Sakaleshpur