The Happy Wanderer

 Coconut Tender as a coconut. Hard as a coconut. Light as a coconut. Heavy as a coconut. I wish I was a coconut Today... A double-shelled, strange coconut. They call those people coconuts Whom they cannot understand, Like tapping on hard rock but not getting hurt- Like knocking against the hollow And shaking a bowl of jingling water That is cushioned by tender walls. Well, maybe people could be coconuts They could have hard shells and tender interiors, A hard crunch but a sweet essence- I would like to believe so. I want to know why I'm fascinated by the coconut. It can't be solely because of its duality. It can't be its beguiling double facedness. What is it, then? I feel like maybe a shaft of light A hollow for each hard tap- Tears through the hard door. An intriguing belt of  adventurous light Wriggles out from apparent darkness. Mystery, mystery. That's what it is. The mysterious coconut.  It has a shell But it has a soul- Shell protects soul, Soul preserves shell I...

Sometimes I just wonder, I ponder longingly. On how much power it takes one To let things just be. I wonder how beautiful All that is around me, could be, If no one touched, tampered with or teased, Its inherent beauty. I think of atoms, electrons and protons, Neutrons and energy Matter and mind become one When we can let things be. I think of reactions, processes Forces- friction and gravity That created what would be a wonderful world If we would just let it be. Now I will jumble up my sentences And forget to cross the t's And won't wait for you to correct me, For I'll just let it be. 

 What does the new year mean to me? I don't know.  I think it just means that I can give myself another chance to try, fail, succeed.   I think it means that I can spend time with family, differently this time. I think it means that I can connect with people and with myself, in new ways.  I also think that it gives me a chance to see things with a different lens. The kaleidoscope becomes a periscope. I don't know what else. Every year, I put on a new pair of goggles. Every year, I grow, whether I try, or not. Some things may work as I had expected them to, some may not. But who knows?  I will allow myself to be Novak Djokovic in my arena, who hears his name when the crowd cheers for Nadal or Federer. I will allow myself to be Rafael Nadal, who always has a plan, no matter how bleak or bright things may seem, and sticks to it. I will allow myself to be Roger Federer, who glides in, serves, plays and walks out, all in grace and style. I will allow myself to b...

Strong girls are turbulent rivers Turbulent, tenacious Self-controlled, forceful, Brazen  Streams  That surge- surge ahead Propelled by Dreams And compelled by  Fear  Of contamination and  By the  Turn of the tide. Strength must foster more strength. And every dream must merit Proof of concept.  To keep the river together Through adhesion and cohesion  The river must bear   ....The river flows in me.. To be continued..

"I began to realize how important it is to be an enthusiast in life.  White hot and passionate is the only thing to be."                                   -Roald Dahl  Confetti on the Tree  The confetti on the tree Well, that calls to me! Ribbons, strings, paper bonnets  They call to me. Roots remain rooted, None uprooted Stems stay steeped No sap has seeped Yet the confetti on the tree The Christmas-y blitz and glitz And glamour- shimmering and glimmering Rising into an uprising- It gives me a faint, Yet quaint, call.  The ribbons on the mighty tree Beckon me to run up to them Admire them Then ruffle them up a bit And give them the friendly old pat For making the tree beautiful. Woe be me- says the tree- the confetti- The fluff on the head- for it to soothe the shoots And calm the roots And keep the tree in one piece- It'd have to be less glitzy And more... ...

We are all threads of one fabric- The fabric of the human experience. Embroidered by effort, dampened by tears, Emblazoned by ambition, creased by anger- We are all threads of the same single fabric- Which is the fabric of our human emotion. Emotions that flow, those that can't Those that sneak away, waiting to be discovered- And those that comfort us In times of distress. We are drawn by our emotions like puppets tied To a string- becoming caricatures in the live play Which is our every day life. And yet, it is  These emotions that define us. You, me , everybody- Tied together by shared experiences that are Composed of shared sentiment. And yet, pangs of doubt refuse to depart- Is that which I'm feeling, justified? Is it alright? I say to you- I think every feeling has a place. Yours, mine, theirs, everyone's. It's got a role to play. So don't hold it back, pin it down or push it away- There's a definite reason that it's here for you today. Differences defi...

  Sforzando (in music, Italian): played with a prominent stress or accent- used as a direction in music “I am not the languid legato- Played swiftly and in ballet-like grace- I am not the crisp, aloof staccato- The tangent cut against the circle of a tune, Sharp, patent, chivvying the other notes To be bolder- I am not the stern tenuto- Making appearances at the end of musical phrases- I am not the wistful tremolo- nor the bristling trill- Each blending into the magic of the tune With unparalleled subtlety- innocuous, smooth, Blending into every fiber with poise… I may be an outsider; who would say that I belong- An outsider, imposter, traitor, and rebel- yes, I am All of these things- I arrive with a bang Depart with a smash- I hoodwink you I play you… you may call me vindictive, Un-abiding and a transgressor. I don’t conform, I don’t submit, I exist, I am, I shine, I disregard The other entities that precede, And follow me- my fellow musica...