A Long Way to Walk

I scratch my beard
And burrow my eyes
Deep, brown, concerned
Yet twinkling
At the new turn
Posed by life

I took fifty such turns
Some carefully considered
Some flamboyant
But always striving
Towards a deeper me
A better me
A better world around me

The dogs of confusion
Hounded me
Yet the horses of passion
Pulled me
A charioteer, a passenger
I led, I followed

The mensa puzzle of life
Unravelled to me in bits
But my goal is clear to me
Clear as the day
As another bit reveals today
I am elated
Yet grounded

I reckon my life forces
And summon my oaky wisdom
To sustain the further distance
My fifty-first turn,
I am ready
To meet you
Arms open
Sure-footed
And laughing!!

Here, here, I come ...

(Dedicated to Prasad Chacko Sir, Director of Behavioural Science Centre, St. Xavier's College, Ahmedabad on his 51st birthday)

Restless Feet

Have you listened to it? Restless feet? The whole activity has a rhythm to it. You would say it is lack of attentivity or focus. I would say it is latent energy - latent and potent. That is raring to unleash.

Look at that feet - the up-down spring tune. Poke a hole into that knee and energy would come bursting out like little yellow birds. Then those birds would settle into each nest that would be another activity in itself. Each would grow food, rear kids and on and on ...

Let looseness break away from the rigidity of your feet next time. Let it translate to bursts of exercise, poetry, artistry, dance, love letter, or simply take up a debate!!! Let free and live your feet!