I am me

Bit tired, I trudge on
Dragging my feet
My steps too small
The end looking far
Brow dripping with sweat
Some trickle down the eye
It’s weary

Bit worried, I am scared
Eyes cast down
Trepidations rise up the throat
Filling the heavy beating heart
Veins pulsate fear
Permeates every cell
It’s infectious

Bit unsure, full of doubt
Shaking to the very core
Thoughts reflect gloom
Clouding up the mind
Reason is not reasonable any more
No words give comfort
It’s unsettling

Bit overwhelmed, it’s beyond me
No longer within my reach
The grip on the edge is slipping
The deep fall awaits
The rocky edges mock
Let it go it says
It’s over

Bit irritated, I am angry
This ain’t what I am
I am way bigger, I know
The mind pushes the gloom
Fills it up with anger
Set myself to action
It’s a fight

Bit hopeful, indebted
to all who believed
Can’t let them down
My finger may be slipping
But my heart, fights on
The nails dig in
It’s not over yet

Bit calm, I am in my elements
Actions follow the practiced path
Every action a flow
I am now what I am
What I am meant to be
Like a symphony
It’s music

Bit sure, I have faith
In all The hard work
In all that’s me
I swell up to my size
Larger than the very life
I know who I am
I am me

Sleep

Quadrille Monday at d’Verse is over. The prompt was any form of the word sleep. This is the first time i am participating in this beautiful portal of connect. But strangely, like the promtpt I slept. So i am posting my attempt at Quadrille on a tuesday, which faithfully follows the manic monday.
I have used a format which i some how found interestion. An ascending sentences of 2,3,4,5 cascading to theme word. Till the last para which has a four line with a four word line ending the quardile with a definetive statement. Hope my fellow dreamer enjoy

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It’s weary
My eyes close
Eyelids weigh a ton
A day is closing now
Sleep

It’s night
A calming black
Dark warm blanket engulfs
Eyes have seen many
Sleep

It’s quiet
Silence closing in
I can hear my dreams
It’s time to sleep

Meri parchai dhoondhta hoon inme

उन ऊँचाइयों से देखा है
ज़िंदगी को उड़ते हुए
हवाओं का रुख़ जिस तरफ़ था
उसी रुख़ बहते हुए

सूरज को ढलते देखा है
डूबते क्षितिज को रंगते हुए
जैसा रंग खुद का था
उसी रंग में घुलते हुए

पानी को बहते देखा है
ठहरे पथरों पर छलाँगे भरते हुए
जिस तरफ़ उसका अंत था
उसी समंदर की तरफ़ मदमस्त बहते हुए

रोशनी को खिड़कियों से आते देखा है
गरम और नरम बाँहें लिए
मलमल अंधेरे पर धूल की सीडी रख
चुपचाप अंधेरे कमरे में घुसते हुए

थोड़ा रंग, थोड़ी उड़ान
रोशनी और बहाव को अपनी मुट्ठी में भर
इन सब में अपने आप को देखा है
गुजरी है ज़िंदगी, इनमें अपनी परछाई ढूँढते हुए

Work in Progress

Debris strewn
Scaffoldings fixed
All preparations are in place
The sign is up for all to see
The work is in progress

The stones and shingles,
reunite in the rolling concrete
separated from their mighty father
By exploding holes, filled with fire
The work is in progress

Machines still obey
The hands that push the lever
Bucket full of concrete
Pour out into preset mould
The work is in progress

Columns rise
The beams reach out
The skeletons are shaping up
Yet devoid of life
The work is in progress

The bricks and mortar combine
Walls rise to meet the roof
in these enclosed spaces
someone one will strive to live
The work is in progress

The plaster and paint
Hide the unruly bricks
pipes and cables, form the veins
the empty space light up bright
The work is in progress

The cubicles of existence pile up
Each a cauldron of another life
Doors filter the visitors
A cocooned story is being scripted
The work is in progress

The house is complete
Inhabitants fill the stark emptiness
With sounds, shapes and stories
Happiness and sorrows coexist
The work is in progress

A new foundation is dug
The blades cut through the soft skin
The wounds lay exposed
No cries of the earth is heard
The work is in progress

What are we building
What do we create
Is it a life being scripted
Or the end is in making
Either way
The work is in progress

Tree Stands Tall

Tree stands tall
where the seed fell
rooted to the ground
There lies it’s existence

Roots dig deeper
Nourishing the growing tree
Binding it to the spot
There lies it’s existence

Wind brought the seed
Rain drops buried it
Tree had no role
There lies it’s existence

Wind that brought it
Tries to take it places
Tree stays, heavily rooted
There lies it’s existence

It is rooted
Stuck at same spot
Unwilling to let go
There lies it’s existence

Birds make their nest
Bring up their offspring
The tree watches them grow
In their first flight, lies it’s existence

Travellers pause
Take refuge
Some peacefully sleep
In their peace, it finds it’s existence

Children swing on its branches
Some hide behind its trunk
Tree plays with them too
In their laughter, it finds it’s existence

It can’t move
But it can sway
In the rhythm of wind
In that song, it finds it’s existence