Poetry Series

Frail Power

she struck me as frail,
as I saw her across the road,
I went to her to stop her fall,
as she stumbled on a ledge,
I caught her hand,
dried and parched skin,
that had wrinkled all over,
came rustling in my hand,
as molten meat and chalky bones,
felt very strange and tender ,
I looked in her face,
as lined as her,
eighty plus autumns could,
and did gather,
our eyes crossed in flash,
and the depth and meaning of those eyes,
of eighty plus autumns blinded me afresh,
I thought she had seen much much much more,
though now she cannot see the ledge.
 

Roots

It began at the top,
Slowly ,steadily and truly, quite not perceptibly,
The depreciation in matter,
Human matter at that,
Does it with all, age spares none,
Bones, muscles, blood, veins, arteries, parts,
All weaken and function less,
But can you weaken the bond,
Mental, emotional and love bonds,
That got hinged to one and all in family,
And immediate society at large,
It happened with me one day,
That my mother depreciated real bad,
The day she collapsed,
Physical I could explain,
But mental and emotional I could not,
The root had shrunk to dust,
But the offshoot was now a full tree,
Going to its own death.
 

Change

i am lost,
to be found never,
do not come searching,
i am past and forgotten,
follow other leads,
that take you yonder,
and give you hope,
that lead you to new,
it is the "order",
that changes forever,
but the change itself remains...,
unchanged and comes knocking
forever.