Hide and Seek

How the mind yearns for stability, yet misses the troubles inn times of calm. This poem represents my psyche about life, people, surroundings and myself in these stimuli.

Oh! 

Don’t I love the stillness?

Aint this that I yearn when I am 

Hustling throughout…

Maybe! Now! But not for tomorrow, 

Not for eternity!

I believe I yearn for the troubles

And the bustling little tales throughout,

About which I can narrate during 

The stillness…

Yess!

That’s it…

People yearn for satisfaction,

The ‘the’ thing to the fruition.

But aint it anti-thetical

To thy very ambition?

 

I want peace,

Some murmers of breeze,

Some cuckoo of birds,

A moment to seize.

But Behold!

Only a moment!

 

I want to sleep to this stillness,

Only to wake up in a hullaballoo,

To play my character in the play,

And then slam it to be a rue.

Such a hypocrite am I,

Or am I a realist?

 

I want all, but still none,

Exotic butter on my plain bun,

Cool of moon, but Shine of sun,

To be able to do all the undone…

And then claim, Oh! Where’s the fun!

Shouldn’t I just jump the gun?

And stop to rhyme ending with ‘un’….

 

Ok! I do!

 

But also solace I seek in the little things,

To walk the ground with my wings,

And also fly with my arms widespread,

Extravagant afloat, Himalayan tread!

 

‘Now, stop gloating your intellectual armour’,

I say to the drama I write

But ain’t it nice to be quail and lean,

And still put up the best fight…

 

It doesn’t make sense; Does it, to you?

To me it does, you may still boo…

I love my game of Hide and Seek,

For all I hide and all I seek.

I hide myself, still write this piece,

And pay my dues of entry fees.

To my heart or mind, wherever it takes,

And seek my throne, over those calm lakes,

Into which, many more, stones I throw,

Delighted to see the ripples flow…

And retire to the throne facing the lake,

Expecting the vigour, tomorrow’s sake!

 

This virtuous a cycle, indebted I am,

Still writing about it, as if just a sham…

To the day I am back, to the right I light,

To the moment to seize that delightful bite,

Behold that thought, let it sense,

The calmness serene, serenic dense…