False Play

False Play

Why?, I ask myself,
Do I crave that silk route
Paved neatly ... .With distinct
Blue threaded borders,
not crazy paving, or flagstones
Edged with sharp pebbles
But neat contained geometric tiles?

Why can't I enjoy what's ahead
Even the devil ephemeral,
The dark rocks abysmal
Below the rising hopefilled waves
That crash and fall eternally
Into the deep blue sea?

Why do I long to swim
In a China bowl
Like a gratuitous goldfish?

Life is grace and gratitude for
Existing
Not a dilettante's watering hole.

I do not want love anymore
I do not want to ace your score
On survival.

I abhor the jungle exploration
The jingoism, the war cries
The taking of sides,
The faking of loyalties and love
Do I want to die?

You see how
It comes back
Full circle to
Love..?
So it was, is and will be.

But Love with bells on
And a merry fool's cap
Love without regrets
Love sans longing....
'Tis a wisdom of sorts
To be
bereft of ego
Simple of soul,
Who licks wounds clean of
Bitterness
Whose sadness is salve or mere madness
Not a castigating bed of nails
Or self flagellation.

Life, easy on me now,
I don't need a bed of roses
But a few plucky posies
To be picked
Along the wayward wanton
Trail.

Its not about goodbye or see you again
But far more about,
We were well met,
My friends.

© Amrita Valan 2015