Whirling Skies

Have you ever spiraled free

While you stand unmoving

Or flapped your arms and

Taken flight, weaving unending

Circles till in a dizzy you spin

And joy from within you brims…

Have you ever found a magical moment

That sneaks up unsuspectingly

Grabs you by the arms

And twirls you round and round

So that your eyes sparkle and giddily

Do words spill, incoherent, silly…

In that courtyard that wintry evening

One moment I was calmly sane

And the next breathless, gasping

As the sky undulated in a flurry

As they flew in folly or vanity

Or simply what can only be insanity…

A courtyard of pigeons; a moment before

Pecking greedily at the strewn seeds

Jostling and cooing, so much at peace;

All at once rose to cover the skies

And mindlessly weave and whirl around

The rustle of their wings the only sound…

The moment has frozen to etch

Itself deep into my mind for ever

For I too gleefully rose to fly the wind

Joining in this breathless routine

For surely it was my heart that did project

Its bliss outwardly for the skies to reflect…

 ~Horizon~

28^th Feb 2005

(At the Jama Masjid in Delhi that December dusk)

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