Blue or green?
I couldn’t decide.
Blue morphing into green
Or green into blue?
Bur the thought returned
Or was it feeling?
Thought morphing into feelings
And Feelings into thoughts?
The blue green waters of the ocean
Taking the colours of the earth
As they approach the shore
Only to return
To its never ending pursuit
Of blue or green
Or both?
Once again
That strange sensation fills me
Every cell in my being
As they did
Ever since I remember.
Sitting on the steps in the evenings after shower
Waiting for amma to complete the ritual
Of dusting with rasnathi podi
The line where my wet hair parted
At the center of my scalp.
It was gloaming, almost
And the coconut trees stood large
To my five year old eyes.
They seemed to touch the heavens
And beckoned me to come
With the breeze that moved them.
I watched the birds trail across the heavens
And envied them
As some disappeared into the trees
So close to the heavens.
And that strange sensation
Of thought morphed into feelings
Spread in my chest
Creating a sadness
Or was it joy?
I do not know.
But it purges,
That sensation
And transports
To an unknown region.
I get the feeling
Or is it thought
That strange truths inhabit that land.
The blue green sea merging with the distant horizon
The sky and the swaying palms that shelter the birds
awaken in me
thought or feelings I cannot fathom.
But tell me
I have in me the elements of those regions
I long for a glimpse of - - -
