August 2022 – Tacit Verses by Tanushree

Fitting in

I look at the clumpy grumpy sky, trying to catch ahold of a cloud…
and think what fun it must be to float freely and grumble aloud.
But then it starts scaring me if I look down from the height,
nothing to firmly keep my feet doesn’t really feel at all right.
What if I had very strong roots that could hold me to the ground
and let me branch out my arms to toss the clouds around?
What if I could play hide and seek with the sly stinging August sun
that steals water from the ponds and always seems to be on the run?
The clouds find their way back whenever the wind whooshes them away…
rooted to the ground, looking in awe, I watch them wilfully play.
I think perhaps it’s better for me to be right here where I am now.
Like a little piece of a looming puzzle, I fit in effortlessly somehow.

Tightrope

Greens are turning to earthen hues
Something seems ashen within the blues
Neither it is scorching nor too cold
The clouds seem begrudgingly old
The cobbled streets have leaves bestrew
That crumple under the feet with rue
I watch my confidant wither slowly away
In the autumn weather each passing day
My friend, the sturdy staunch sycamore tree,
Braves the seasons and stands tall for me
It’s leaves are turning yellow and brown
The colour of a fading lack lustre crown
Shedding what it can no longer bear to hold
Willing me to be better, brave and bold
And when it gets too heavy just let it go
It’s okay to pause and take it slow
Breathe out the dismay and inhale the hope
Life shouldn’t be like walking on a tightrope.

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