Perspective

she watches the world
slowly fade around the edges
from the way she'd last thought
of it in shape and form
its just a constant drone in the head now
drowning out thought
a lot, a lot of the same
people voices conversations invarying
recast in different games
played over and over again
time is frozen but gone so fast

and figures.. a good bracing walk should cure it

Quest

give me something
that catches my eye
makes my heart beat
that little bit faster
makes me want

to reach out
put it all in
give it all i've got
just to see
if it is really possible

can be real
a wish
a want
an urge
to do

they say there's a world
out there
beyond this cocoon

and the here and now
to make a choice

perhaps
outside of the given

but maybe its time
to go out and play
own the game
and keep moving

The Old Guava Tree

It stood against the garden wall
Cutting off the empty plot next door
Pale brown, speckled with white
Light green leaves, darker green fruit
Brightening as they grew to ripeness

I learnt to climb on that tree
(My mother led the way!)
One foot on the truncated arm
Of the neigbouring custard apple
The scramble on to the ever flaking grey perimeter
Then finally atop its convenient branch 
To sit, to lean, to read
To peer out at the lane outside 
Gulmohar shaded, mostly quiet
But for the light bustle of the evening

Its gone now, but evergreen
The stuff of memories, familiarity, home
Even under the canopy of mango leaves
Dripping with rain
Years away in the monsoon forest