My Ways Of Wondering

Is a joy to my soul

Languorous winter twilights, When chill in air reigns, The neighbourhood silent in brewing cold — I take my walks.

Mellowed gold on My shoulder, I walk past the quite, Take my turn to hit The road —

Lo and behold! The tree at the corner Pink with bloom, Has shared its hue with The sidewalk. I walk over the bed of Pink, soft rustling under my runners, And vision the ailing leaves On the big banyan, Struggling to hold fort, A gush of gale and a few Browned, holed ones begin Their journey to be lost….

Lost not me. Nip-y air tapping My face, invigorating Every sense, Making me aware Of my mortal existence With every step — I feel alive.

My walks, my rendezvous with my soul, In my loner space, My evening ritual.

I give my usual Rounds, Walk past the Bustling farmer’s market doing busy business, Exchanging greetings With some familiar faces, And I commence my walk back.

The sun yawning in his Sleeping suit, I walk under the Indigo canopy Dressed in twinkling stars At distance afar, The night smiling Down at the cooling earth.

Darkness embarks As I touch my sidewalk —

Going back to Some ylang-ylang scented candles, Feeling my mother’s Warmth in her handmade Patchwork quilt I snug into, With my new copy of ‘ Whereabouts’ And my cuppa…..

Prompted to write About my joyful wanderings, I scratched my noetic space, Only to realise how blissful it is to find God in small things!

I have an autoimmune disorder,and winter/chill kills my bones. Yet I take my walks — in my thoughts. Live in these moments, the way it would be otherwise, without my restrictions. Thanks to Poetry I succeed.

It is not easy to share your vulnerability to the world, and I am not writing this to garner sympathy. Through this piece I want to Thank God for being thoughtful for giving me this humbling ability to write my soul, in my own small ways, which I found on my way negotiating through some serious caging, I encountered early in life.

I learnt, when you teach yourself to persevere and you are ready to wait, good things come to you.

Thank you Trista Signe Ainsworth for creating this amazing space for self-expression sans judgement. Also, thank you for publishing my work.

Please find below the wonderful article which prompted this piece:

Thank You everyone for taking note.