Squirrel And Me

Squirrel And Me
DATELINE NEW DELHI
THE TRIBUNE OFFICE CP
12-9-1991

A little squirrel there on the terrace
Pokes and pokes into a big cloth she found there.

Is it a pantie or a shirt or a something?
What is she looking for in it?

Is it a grain attached to the cloth
or has she lost her ear-rings or the necklace?

no no no

I know what she looking for.
And she only told me that
lately she started feeling shy of being naked
when all around her clothe and clothe
not only their bodies but their souls too.

She told me
I am solid they are hollow, that is why
they need a wrap over their souls too.

The body is ok but the nakedness of the soul
they certainly could not reveal to all.
With body naked they could face some
but with the soul made naked
They Had It.

I wonder:
So what
What is new in that?

No comments please,
pleaded the squirrel.

You know what
Sometimes I feel if I too
Could adorn my beautiful soulful body
With some frilly, laced tiny clothies
And could dance and shout at the top of my voice
Look here I am with the wrap or without it

I Am.
I Am the Body.
I Am the Soul.
I Am the Creation.

:So what
Why do you make such fuss about it?
Your newly found curisoity to have your body wrapped in some frilly clothies.

You shut up.
I will do what I want to do
and would make a fuss too.
Watch it, if your clothes are
firmly attached to your body and oonh soul?

:Oofffffffffffffffff
It's Ok It's Ok It's OK

Then bye bye
and there goes the squirrel

A little squirrel there on the terrace
Pokes and pokes into a big cloth she found there.

©sumeghaagarwal 

BE WITH ME

DATELINE NEW DELHI
circa 1992

Be with me
Like the soft clouds overhead.

I see you or not
But you be there
For those moments
When I like
To be soaked in your love.

I carry on with my travails
But you follow my trail
Without me knowing it
Without me feeling the itch
To get rid of you.

You don't knock at my door
I am lost in my world
Which includes you.

You just come and caress me
Toe to head
In your unconditional love
Your unending compassion.

You have touched me
My friend
A touch
Like that of soft clouds overhead.

©sumeghaagarwal

I am a solitary walker

DATELINE SYDNEY
13/04/01

I am a solitary walker
On the shifting sands.

I try to stand firm
Waves wash away ground beneath me
Grain by grain
As my life ebbs away
Breath by breath.

I leave behind my footprints
Waves come rushing to them
As I watch my footprints disappear.

I go deeper, dig deeper in the sand
Waves go fiercer
They need their fodder.

Deeper I go, deeper they go
Continue eating the ground beneath me  grain by grain
My life ebbs away breath by breath.

I am a solitary walker
On the shifting sands.

©sumeghaagarwal

I AM OLD

DATELINE
SYDNEY 1997

I am as old
As that ficus tree
In the national reserve.

As young as the
Beansprout in the tofu soup.

As innocent as the
Joey in the pouch.

As bubbly as the
Froth in the beer mug.

©sumeghaagarwal

You just don’t get it right!

DATELINE
SYDNEY Circa 2002

Oh my friend, you just don’t get it right

Too much of sun
Too much of sand
Too much of water

Your country just doesn’t have enough of Love.

Too much of motion
Too less emotion
Too much of body
Too little soul

Oh my friend, you just don’t get it right.

Too many things
Not enough people
Too much of Me
Not enough We

Your sun is sharp and bright
Devoid of caressing warmth
You seem to have doused
The fire of Love

Oh my friend, you just don’t get it right.

Emotions lie all dried up
As grains of sand
At your pristine beaches

Salty sea waters
Have cleansed your soul
Of the spirit of sharing,
Spirit of joyful living

Oh my friend, you just don’t get it right.

You don’t connect
Vast masses of ocean
Separate you from the rest

You don’t merge
You break the continuum
Of the soul safari

Oh! you just don’t get it right.

[My beloved friends back in Sydney, this is how I felt in response to one particular Aussie mate]

©sumeghaagarwal