Tapasya – Roots Simar – Peak
It was a little weird to get two (kinda) opposite prompts at the same time – Roots and Peak. I decided to post a single piece on them – lazy as I am (and that too 3 weeks too late – I really am lazy)
Dig, dig, dig.
Climb, climb, climb.
Dig, dig, dig to reach the muddy cradle deep inside.
Climb, climb, climb to reach the height no one has tried.
The cool, dark beginnings,
The light, harsh end.
Freezing and burning,
Scrapes and bends.
Yearning to reach out
Trying to hide
To scramble out
To cocoon inside
To stand out
To fade into the white
Why should success be the ‘heights’ you reach? Why should ‘falling’ be so despised?
After all tempers rise and folks fall in love. Don’t they?
What takes me Up and up? Joys that come in leaps and bounds?
Down, down to the ground, through the ground, into the ground? Grief that makes me free fall?
We put winners on a high pedestal but higher up, one is closer to the harsh sun. Why not embed them inside? (In a non- serial killer way) Make them our tethers? Our anchors? Our roots?
We fly in dreams and crawl in our nightmares… We lie down in our fears and jump in our joys…. Why? We get down with blues, get a sinking feeling..why? Sky is your limit – we are told. Why? Can’t the ocean bed be someone’s pinnacle?
Why aim for height and not for depth? Find one’s roots? Does it seem suffocating? Like settling down when one just wants to run? Don’t rooted trees grow? Do they not move with the wind?
Why bring someone down or get high? Why not keep each other grounded and still fly?
These phrases seem disjointed and meaningless.
Why stress over this? It may all be for naught.
If you look the other way around… Roots are just mountaintops.