Judge Me Not

Judge me not by what I write

For I share a spoon from all I cook

Just hold yourself until I find

A purpose for me and for you a hook

 

Why read my words with a face so grim?

I think I scrawled them just for fun

Labels are fine for those who’ve reached

My journey my friend has only begun

 

And alone I wander in the wild so vast

With no one beside save my guitar

My fingers so eager to strum them all

All tunes melodious and utterly bizarre

 

For rejoicing the path is the point of it all

So gather some bruises – go out and play

Allow yourself to relish the breeze

Go stroll barefoot on a rocky hard way

 

These tiny little steps one after the other

Is all it takes to conquer the peaks

So ahead I stride listening to none

Just pausing whenever my heart speaks

 

Miracles it says do happen in time

To the one who walks – I need to remember

For all that glitters is rarely ever gold

Behind that glow smoulders an ember

 

© Sundaram Chauhan

I Breathe You

Lounged by my side

You shimmering molten gold

Your hands oozing warmth

And these are mine to hold

My fingers caressing yours

Tracing shape of your nails

My eyes searching yours

They’re telling me some tales

A part of you is air

Or is that your perfume

You flow from the same source

From flowers left to bloom

I breathe you in so deep

The world around is haze

You ripple through my body

In thousand different ways

©Sundaram Chauhan

The Daily Fight

Every day it returns

Carries on from the previous night

Without fail

The fight

First – you wrestle with yourself

Tame your doubts, your worries

Then you deal with the world outside

Nobody there – it seems – wants you to be working

Towards a goal they think

You are not worthy of

They snigger behind your back

And dismiss your attempts

And write you off

‘Cause how can you do something they can’t

And what a satisfaction it is then

To still keep working towards your ambition

To keep fanning your smoldering passion

Into flames

So high they consume you whole

So empowering it is

To wake up every morning

Feeling wiser and healthier

Because

The previous day was lived

To the best of your capabilities

You weren’t perfect

No. Rather far from it

But you persisted

Even when you could’ve given up

And today

In this morning

You’re up again

To protect your dreams

Not just from others – but from yourself too

The day stands before you

Saddled, well-fed, well-rested

Mount it. It’s restless

It won’t wait. It doesn’t – ever

Ride it

It sure will try to throw you off its back

Every now and then

But why to be afraid of a few bruises

If you hold yourself tight enough

You could direct its pace

And direction

Deciding to ride it was the difficult part

You’re already past that

By winning over your worst enemy – Yourself

Nothing can trouble you now

Nothing can even touch you

Good Day!

© Sundaram Chauhan

Same Boat

We might be sailing in different waters,

but we are all in the same boat.

© Sundaram Chauhan

The World Inside of Me

Childhood

The world inside of me

Is kind of pretty cool

I still am a boy

I still go to school

 

I play through my days

Read books for pleasure

A piggy bank of sorts

Still holds all my treasure

 

Brimming with zeal

I run until I fall

I jump and scream and jump again

For no reasons at all

 

The world is so huge

So confusing like a maze

But I like to find my own way

And walk through this haze

 

The prettiest of girls around

Don’t hold my attention

Except for daily homework

I’m not aware of tension

 

I wait for heavy rains

To play soccer in the mud

I cartwheel and somersault

Yeah – I’m such a stud!

 

The band on my wrist says

Hit First and Hit Hard

I train watching Bruce Lee

My whole body is scarred

 

I do visit this place in me

Whenever things go bad

To cry in my mother’s lap

And hide behind my Dad

 

The world inside of me

Is kind of pretty cool

Wisdom comes along with chains

I’d rather be a fool

© Sundaram Chauhan

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The Lone Tree

The lone tree

Standing alone

But standing tall

Shrivelled and stripped

Yet strong as a wall

 

They laugh at me

The greens in the distance

Huddled warm together

They pity my existence

 

Well-nourished they seem

In the company of their own

Here I struggle for a drop

Chipped, flaked, wind-blown

 

To tell you the truth

I was green as well

Then a season swept by

And took away my shell

 

Now I burn in the heat

Awaiting cool of night

Then shiver in the dark

Wishing for sky bright

 

But a bird dwells in me

It flies far and wide

It tells me many tales

My only friend and guide

 

Fly Fly – it sings to me

I stretch up on my toes

Screaming roots snap in pain

I’ll have to stay it shows

 

It squawks at me to try again

And touch the glowing dots

To beat branches in the air

And untie all the knots

 

I know I can’t do that much

But the fool knows that not

It keeps filling me with dreams

Now dreams are all I’ve got

 

I survive all the dreadful days

And look out with some hope

Can I really fly up there?

And glide down that slope?

 

But roots firmly hold me down

So I pray all day and night

For cruel winds to pluck me out

And give me once that flight

 

The bird calms me down

Do not despair, it says

Roots give you strength

To fly there are still ways

 

Spread your seeds in the air

Let thoughts grow their wings

Sow versions of you around

Imagine there are no strings

 

Imagine! There are no strings, indeed… says the bird that’s my heart.

© Sundaram Chauhan

Enough

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She must cook

And she must sweep

So packed she is

She can’t even weep

You don’t budge

And you won’t help

When asked for a hand

You let out a yelp

You go to work you say

Come on – so does she

Allow her a breather

Be a man – can you be?

When she is all done

You don’t even thank

Somehow being a man

You get a higher rank

I don’t think you care

She’s living or she’s dead

I know you love her

But only when in bed

It’s not a home for her

It’s more like a cage

I think she’s had enough

Just beware of her rage!

© Sundaram Chauhan
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Flexibility and Rigidity

When circumstances

pull you down,

be flexible like rubber,

not rigid like steel,

so that you can

bounce back on hitting the bottom.

For steel will only crack it further

and create a new one –

still deeper.

© Sundaram Chauhan

I Am Done

Starting from scratch
Yet again!
Why do I keep
Falling back to zero?
Was so far ahead
So quick that
They told me
I was a hero.

There perhaps
Oh God!
Is something
You want me to know.
I only wish
You’d use
A kinder way
Than pushing me so low.

Each time
I looked back
Connected the dots
And dug something wise.
But this time
Let me stay
A little longer
If I reach new highs.

Falling down
Getting up and
Clawing my way out
Used to be fun.
Give me back
My peace now
I surrender
I think I am done.
© Sundaram Chauhan

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