Butterfly
Effect
Sitting
unmoving
Unblinking,
Stony-faced,
Sulking,
brooding
A
mood as dark
As
the approaching dusk
The
birds were going home,
All
insects hidden
In
their crevices;
The
moon was delaying
Her
‘come-out’,
The
sun had set some time ago…
The
dark mood getting darker…
Would
it siphon me
Into
sorrowful depths to sink?
Or
would I rise to greet the stars, starry-eyed?
And
then, you flapped your bright wings
With
black spotted edges
Brushing
my face…
My
eye-lids blinked, lashes fluttered,
The
movement in rhythm
With
yours…
Far
away, the roll of thunder
Orange
talons of lightning
Clawed
the sky before me…
A
whatsapp message blinked:
A
foretold storm had changed course…
‘I’
, freed
From
the eye of the hurricane,
Went
indoors for a warm drink
And
a peaceful night.
You,
winged your way, away
To
give relief elsewhere…
I
promise to look out for you
In
the next day’s sunny morn,
You
promise to breeze my way..
A
storm changed course my dear,
All
because you flapped your wings !
Tree
Song
In
spore I soar,
And
pollen flow,
I
sit in zazen, in sed indeed,
As
into a tree I grow.
My
leaves are sieves
That
golden sun filter
Under
the glare of my shade
I
welcome you to take shelter.
In
bud and shoot, flower and fruit,
My
love I give to all;
Bark
and wood, sturdy and good
That
sail as ships and stand as houses tall
I
wave my leaves to give you breeze
That
heals your ills;
Your
worries cease
And
your temper stills.
Swaying
swing and many a plaything,
Your
children build on me;
Nests
to birds and shade for herds
There
shall always be.
Many
a ladle, coffin and cradle,
I
give myself to make
You
think me dead, when instead
I
hear and feel and forgive your every mistake.
I
am home for all who roam
Traveler,
hermit, passer-by;
I
am a shrine, where beings divine
Dwell;
Timeless
I stand and tales of time I tell
Do
you think you can love me?
- The Tree.
-
An
Onion Bulb
The
Onion Bulb,
Is
a secret code
Patterned
In
plant-flesh;
Nature’s
Lesson,
On
apt disguise!
For
which stem
Flattens
itself
Into
an insignificant disc
Just
to support
Its
fleshy pink leaves
Of
bulbils?
Like
an unblossomed lotus
With
pungent petals?
Then,
dressing the whole
In
a shiny tunic,
Presents
itself,
To
be cut and curried
Gravied,
sauted, simmered,
Lives
on in after-taste,
Memories
and cravings.
Kamar
Sultana S
Kamar Sultana S is a a poet writing mostly on themes
of spirituality, mysticism and Nature. A
post-graduate in Botany, she was educated at St. Aloysious Anglo-Indian School
( Presentation Convent, Vepery) and completed her degree from SIET womens'
college, Chennai. Her professional career spanning 18 years has been in various
organizations and Institutions including the IT sector. She is currently a
self-styled Life Coach and healer, conducting workshops on motivation and
self-development.She has currently taken a break to focus on her writing
full-time. Sultana has contributed to various anthologies and won several
prizes in poetry contests. Her writings are mainly on mystic and spiritual
subjects, though nature is her muse as well. Poetry has been her passion since
early childhood, along with art. She is a green enthusiast and works for environmental
causes.