Relations

Sitting on the green grass,
Watching the bay...
Tide rising and ebbing,
Fuelled by the moon as if only for play...

Sun shifting in the sky,
Working its 24 hour rounds
Encouraging the tender green shoots
Fending the porcupines working the grounds...

Shoots that one day, will grow up to be mighty oaks
Defying the storms, anchored at the roots
Nurturing hard acorns,
Mocking the richer fruits.


Mighty yet warm,
Softening in ways,
Allowing a million birds to roost
Each in the morning, singing its own soliloquy.


Mutually exclusive,
Yet connected, dependent,
Nature’s way,
Of successful solitary existence


Contrasting, different, disparate, dissimilar,
Yet dependent, wanted, necessary, attached,
Like connected souls,
Unequally matched.


Complicated, sometimes unwanted,
Yet loved and cared without a doubt
Unethical, sometimes disregarded
Yet unlivable without


Heart warming in solace,
In darkness, a feeble lamp lit
Judging, prodding, exploring,
Testing till ends of wit.


Beautiful and ugly, weak and strong.
Hence unique, its own kind,
Forgiveness, the only salvation
To those who've not learnt the language of their own mind.