Ramta Jogi

Drunk with emotions

She lived over decades

Going through its motions

Till the memory fades

 

Contrition and reparation

Were her companions

Forever in preparation

Of the imminent canyon

 

This unforgiving penance

Her stark, austere living

Conspicuous in presence

Her qualms and misgivings.

Candor

Twirling in the freedom

Of today’s gorgeousness

Frolicking in my wisdom

Letting go of annoyances

 

In hues of pastels

With rosy spectacles

Breaking out of their shells

Are the little miracles

 

I crave this innocence

The living in the moment

The state of immanence

Where happiness is potent

 

In quest of the tenuous twister thriller

 

 

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Repentance

An apology to myself

For putting me through

The proverbial wringer

 

I don’t even once

Make it easy on me

I make lists beyond

my capability. I overdo

I overstretch my limits

I fail miserably to love

Up to my unrealistic

And utopian expectations

 

Mediocre, I make me

But excel I hope to

I seek my own forgiveness

Which I then will deny

A bundle of contradiction

Complications. Complex

That’s me in a word

Itinerant

Inspired by: https://www.poets.org/poetsorg/poem/alternate-self-portrait

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I will live on

adrift but

anchored

like the bobbing

Motorboat

confined to

A tight

turning radius

I will know the stillness

while the

storm

hits. The distance

isn’t a safety net

And, closeness –

Not the end.