#WritcoPoemPrompt61
We always plan a life like a wonderful painting,
But sometimes, we somehow paint a foggy landscape.
Fools will lay still like a rock and never stop complaining.
But the keen will stand up and paint over a prettier shape.
The song sung on a bamboo stick was enjoyable !,
was I a wandering singer?
The picture draw on the sand with my finger was beautiful,
was I a wandering painter ?
The dance stepped on the dark leaf forest was adorable,
Was I a Wandering dancer ?
The syllables wrote in the desert was elevated,
was I a wandering Writer?
Hearty rhythms deployed, though I move miles without form!
In that eloquent loneliness, I, but hesitated tremendously in the crowd !
A sadness enveloped through the dark hours of night !
Purposeful turns happened in path when gathered souls seen resting all around !
With that assistance of Inner eye , a travel was made eclipsed through the air!
A phenomenal difference l feel apart from them was that-
I can't memorise a form descending,
so I am perfectly alien in the deep routed earth !,
All I want is a form, a stature !
Either long or short, beautiful or ugly,
Good or bad, rich or poor;
Either knowledgeable or ignorant,
with happiness or sadness,
A life, which can emerge and continue engulping breath,
Which can energize and strengthen swallowing food !,
A skill of broadening myself in the wider path and scaffolding lean in the narrow path !,
An uninterrupted, obstacleless should be path to move towards the end,
with the enrichments of thoughts aside, and -
A wild competency to acclimatize the life challenges,
To adjoin and adore a massive spirit
A life with sufficient life to live,
A life with sufficient love to love,
To energize the weakening life beats !
To explore positively to attach heart rhythms !
A shatter I made with my wings when rain showers scrubbed-
which confusingly sprayed cold, droplets of water to the neighbouring leaves !
A shade I seek when the cold seasonal rain splashed after hitting the sharp ending branches though with inborn feathery consoles !
A perch I made in the branches redeemingly when everything fall down from my hold of two against two fingers !
A slept I admit on the wild foliages of the stems in the dark night followed when the frequent cricket cries sensations and nightmares !
A nest I built before the winter clouds with fibres and husks ,withered uncordially in the summer storm!
A Cry I made when it fell dissolve unhearingly and unreachable in the thunder storm !
A fall happened to me when I stepped proudfully through the air, and sat profoundly on the sluggish leafy venations !
A sleep on earth I acted, after a fall, when a group of them flied and surrounded around me to peck ungraciously !
A sigh I made lavishly when they returned, seeing a celebration of life extending by overcoming the pain on my bruise leg !
A play I did with different untied kites in heights with charming colours they in the evening twilight !
A life I dreamt rhythm with the movement of banyan leaves when a slight wind blew across the natural sand dunes !!!



© Uma.V.S