Sunday Scribblings insists that I have a secret which I share here…
Coming back to the topic in hand, "I have a secret" holds true for most of us.
Several are open secrets. We tell those to all and sundry, warning them not to pass it on to anyone. The sure fire way of letting the whole world know!
We all have certain secrets buried in the recesses of our minds that no one can reach. Many secrets stay there forever, not to be shared with anyone. Secrets, which rest profound, are the ones, which trouble us most. Certain secrets are unhealthy too. These can hurt us no end. Those deep embedded secrets fester, rot and eat into us. There are times we want to unburden those but cannot find any outlet. We try to get rid of those but do not succeed.
There are some, which lose their secretiveness after a certain periodof time. They no longer seem important. Trivial secrets too stay in there forever decaying our thought processes. Nevertheless, we do not realise and still hold on.
Then there are some which can be penetrated by a special person who breaks into and rail roads leaving out nothing within us. Still one feels safe about that fact. Only then one realises the worth of secret dreams which give us hope for the future. Those are necessary secrets to survive.
Now I have gone into a pondering mode! I tend to do that a lot. My ruminations are never complete without a poem.
I am taking a complete different path here....... man against nature.
I took the the three words: Reach, Heavily, Cheek from 3WW and wrote this poem, killing two birds with one stone!
you want the secrets brought
out for selfish needs, giving no
second thoughts for the price
of your mindless performance.
you reach out, mauling heavily,
laying her soul bare, stripping
the core, which nourishes you
magnanimously, for aeons of time
when she hurtles those loosened
stones bereft of bindings to hold,
you have the cheek to ask her
why she is playing havoc with you.
those are your tidings, created
wholly by you, the consequences
of your actions, just as vitriolic spate
is the nature’s way of recompense.
Others too share their secrets here.....