Table of Contecnts
1. Red pill or Blue pill?
2. Gandalf and the dragon
3. Komorebi
4. Crossroads
5. Between the seasons
6. Back gome
Red Pill or Blue Pill?
By the time we reached the town before, All this cycling had made my body sore, My legs were crying, “ I can’t take this anymore”, All I really wanted to stop and snore, But my mind kept screaming, ”Give me more!”, Should I choose to cycle more, Or should I just stop here? What’s it going to be? The red pill or the blue pill? But I just wanted to chill
So, Unlike neo, I took the blue pill
Gandalf and the dragon
Among the greens, Gandalf was the white cloud
Which made my thoughts a little loud, So tempted to go into the woods That, was not allowed!
Self destruction has been the way It keeps me going even in my prime Strangely, the forests remind me of an earlier time When we took the beer bottles face to face, Not so proud but not going to shroud either, The trees looked like they were covered in scales, Of the mighty dragon from my childhood tales The fiery red inside glowing in the sun, And the brown exterior looked not so done, As I continued down the path, I thought to myself, Self destruction is fun
Komorebi
These Dragon trees- eternal fire burning within If only this was their only thing
I‘d believe them to be real
But what I saw, was nothing short of surreal Infinite if these trees standing tall
Through the leaves, one saw the God‘s rays fall
Upon the whole forest, that seemed ablaze
Made me question, in this wide universe, my place
Seldom have I felt so small, so powerless, so weak
But to be honest, it isn’t all that bleak Vital for the brain, is each of its tiny cell I may be minuscule in the whole scheme of things But, I believe, I do fit it well.
Crossroads
In the center of a four way junction, I stood Contemplating the path I ultimately would One of the four is what got me here Further straight ahead were a Father-Son pair
On two of them lay a tree fallen Mundane process of eliminating determined “The Chosen One”
An enormous field it held, with tulips yellow Beautiful, serene and all kinds of mellow A fine choice, a sight for eyes tired
But sadly, that’s not how I’m wired In spite of its beauty, the path lost its appeal Just because it won by default- Big deal!
My heart itched for the paths forbidden
What’s this allure of the road less taken?
Impossible for it was, I finally accepted defeat Chose the yellow flowers, they had me beat.
Between the Seasons
How do I describe, words have me beat The sight before me, swept me off my feet
Seemed like the location, for epics to take place Sun rays turning everything to gold, enriched the whole space White cherry blossoms on one sideyellow tulips, the other
Can’t wait to see, what else is in store for me further How do you explain this artistry, there must be reasons It’s as if there I stood, right between two seasons
Back Home
At the Elbe now, the pristine blue water in all its glory
It’s past 6- You’d think the sun would dial down slowly
Yet, it’s at its brightest, showing me such brilliant shades of green
A clear feeling of déjà vu- Where before had this been seen?
There on the sand she sat, building a tower with logs
Right then I was transported, Back Home! Where my heart truly belongs
I felt the breeze in my hair and the sand at my feet
The smell of hot coffee and samosas, now I didn’t even mind the heat This walk had its moments, sometime agony, ecstasy at times
In the end, I found a piece of Home- That’s more than enough sometimes
