THE ROOTED TREE

ws_Field_and_Tree_at_Sunset_1680x1050I am but a rooted tree
Allow me to enlighten thee
Because everyday, I see
Events I ought to contain
With a latch key

The one with the yellow dress
fit like a lantern
Singing with joy fearless
with no rhyme or pattern
Until the one in black
as empty as his emotions
Silent whips “crack”
with practiced motions
She sings some more
the pattern I now recognize
Spawled on the gnarled floor
I’m the only one mesmerized

The girl with the 2 wheeled chair
eagers towards the hidden leaf
Places it on her golden hair
“where are you, you little thief”
The other wobbles uphill
her stick and bucket in hand
I sense envy until
her milky eyes scan the sunshined land
The first hides herself but not the contraption
the second stumbles on it, laughts it off
I lay confused by a surprised action
holding each, into the sunset they head off

He lay at my feet
the coughing man
I’m silent, a good retreat
for the speechless coughing man
He brings his paint
begins his perpetual “masterpiece”
His sinewy fingers, the pinks stain
labours on, his perpetual “masterpiece”
I feel naked, shy and flushed
for years from that stare
“Not too slow now, not too rushed”
“got to have grace, strength and flair”

I am but a rooted tree
Allow me to enlighten thee
Because everyday, I see
Events I ought to contain
With a latch key

Because the yellow turned to red that day
The pattern drawn inside
The song, though, never at bay
Forever gone that yellow bride

I am but a rooted tree
Allow me to enlighten thee
Because everyday, I see
Events I ought to contain
With a latch key

Because the chair away she flung
The day she copped a knee
Far away the church bells rung
“Love, the only thing I see”

I am but a rooted tree
Allow me to enlighten thee
Because everyday, I see
Events I ought to contain
With a latch key

Because the cough finally ceased
At my feet the perpetual “masterpiece”
“For you, the only asset I bequeathe”
“My love, my perfect masterpiece”

I wish I could hug her
I wish I could congratulate em
I wish I could cry for him
I wish I could stand by em

I am but a rooted tree
All I can do is enlighten thee
About what everyday I see
Events I ought to contain
With a latch key

-akshra

 

Fulfillment

Writing is in itself a fulfilling act. Or is it?

I find that the majority of us find happiness and contentment in others’ words and compliments. Conversely, others’ negative comments and attention drive us into depths of depression from time to time. “Cycle of life” they say. “Balance of the universe” they say. Why does the universe have to balance our lives? Why can we not stay on the straight and true ourselves? I question the need for others to fulfill oneself.

Take writing, for example. One will certainly have some personal standards and a personal style. So, the one who writes can effectively judge one’s own work. Why bother then? Leaving aside constructive criticisms and suggestions, there is no apparent need to seek validation from others. I for one believe it is an innate nature of a human being, being a social creature, to try and find more and more ways to interact with the world.

While writing may be a form of communication in some contexts, it is arguably more of an art form. Which leads to my point in context that art is art for a certain taste of people. You may or may not find it interesting or amusing. Take this article; it might be interesting for some and a waste of five minutes for others. But that isn’t cause enough for me to seriously rethink my writing. Take it or leave it, I say.

In the grand scheme, while one must always be aware of and be receptive to criticisms, one must never forgo his or her personal interests and passions. Because there is always a silver lining. Fulfillment comes from within. It isn’t something to be kindled by others’ words. It is more personal than that. Write, dance, sing, talk. Be fulfilled in those moments.Short Story Background 2

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