STORIZEN POETRY
Deja Vu
The sands of time I step upon
Feels familiar, and strange alternatively
Am I on my first journey, never traveled before
Are more stations waiting, and more trains for transport?!
A sudden entry from the cosmic
As an atom, of the fathomless
Yet nostalgia engulfs my soul
Completely oblivious of the apparent
Oh, dear Deja vu! Of whom, are you?
Reminiscence flashing like an over speeding car
Not even a glimpse of the rear wheel
Not mine, or all mine? clarity jumbled up
Birth and death a cycle, rebirths a cleansing?!
Will my entry and exit be clothed, in 'just born' memories?
Ah! the chocolate showers upon my entry
And the threatening whips of steel thorns
The Karma baggage, and consequences
While longing to shed my everything for that
Oneness Oh, the Supreme Ruler of the Universe!
Why can't the cycle begin, and end just here
This carryover Math is a huge problem
Never chain us with remainders
Aware of the tiny molecule I am, in all humility Am questioning you dear Omniscient, "why take stress?!" Just reward, and punish then and there, before we exit Create anew! afresh! redemptions can take a break My knowings are less, but my thirst is unquenchable So are my quests, sometimes dragging me to strife With my own self, that includes the inseparable you Longing to see you rewrite the pages of destiny
Pardon me, dear Omniscient! but am custom-made in your factory
Wired inside with primordial questions
Every 'Whys' I come up with sighs, tears, and anger
Are my conflicts within my universe, without a referee
Just when the storm paves the way to calmness
I find myself amid an ocean of answers
But what were my flurried questions, and where are they now?
Why do I need the answers, when the search has forgotten the cause...
The giant bell rings aloud
I hold tight my blanket, dreading the bitter pills
Shut my mind, and shun the strife, for
Am too tired to hear the truths I already know
Whether my first journey, added coaches, or my last train
And, the sands of time I step upon a mixture
I sieve the tenses to retain this present
In moments I shall live, sow my desires
Let whatever that sprouts, be my tiny precious garden
Staying away from the oracles of the morrows
Burdening memories of yesterdays
All I want to know, is am now, am here, LIVING.
A bilingual poet-writer( Tamil, English), Madhumathi is an ardent lover of Nature, Poetry, Photography and Music. Her poems are published in Anthologies of The Poetry Society (India), AIFEST 2020 Poetry contest Anthology, CPC- Chennai Poetry Circle, IPC – India Poetry Circle, Amaravati Poetic Prism, and in e-zines UGC approved Muse India, Storizen, OPA – Our Poetry Archives, IWJ International Writers Journal, Positive Vibes, and Science Shore.
‘’Ignite Poetry'’, “Arising from the dust”, “Painting Dreams", “Shards of the unsung Poesies" are some of the recent Anthologies her poems, and write ups are part of.
Besides Poetry, Madhumathi writes on Mental health, to create awareness and break the stigma, strongly believing in the therapeutic and transformational power of words.