The Room Upstairs

“Highways.” Pastel/Color Pencil Sketch by Sima Pendharkar 2012.

The Room Upstairs is a place that fills me with such delight.  The Room Upstairs is a place that I can go sometimes at night.  Or other times when I’m not feeling just right.

The sunlight trickles in majestically, and there are things big and small that usually grow.  Just what, Oh I do not claim to know.

And on some days when the bitter wind, burnishing my being, hits me in ways that send me railing, I can take shelter in The Room Upstairs.

Picking up the pieces, feeding upon the light, the love the unending hope and wisdom.  An evolving door of sorts, to be entered in an infinite time, place and space.  But only at your own pace.

A sparrow’s regeneration through flowing crystal drops, a child’s unfolding in the warm grains on a quiet afternoon, a woman’s delighting in songs that infiltrate the warm summer air, feeling all the while.

Do you have a Room Upstairs?  The Room Upstairs is a place for the young and the old, for the furry and the bold.  It is a place where the heart can unravel and unrest, meanwhile the soul and All will manifest.

So tell me, what are the contents that you choose to keep in that place and space,                                                                                                           Where you ever so often grace.

In that room of yours, The Room Upstairs?

© Sima Pendharkar May 2013

Starry Sky Night

And when the stars come out

In the middle of the night

 

What are the colors

Swimming through your dreams

Are they bright?  Are they just right?  Do they glow…

 

And make your heart grow

Helping you know

 

Just where you should go?

 

For the promise of tomorrow

Rests happily in the whispering winds, within the turning tides

The sleepy sun, the meandering meadows

 

And all that is within our reach

In the here and now in this time

 

Is in This Time

the treasured Moment.

© Sima Pendharkar August 2012

Stew

When I turned the light on and appeared

There you sat, a wounded mess

 

Steeped in your stuff and madness,

Stewing in your ephemeral haze,

 

That’s the way you went

The direction it seems, had been chosen

 

Or that is what you told you

 

If only you would have known

That over the billowing hills,

Just up the way

A field of sunshine lay

 

Open just about every day

But only to those

 

With the truest wishes, the most simple desires

To believers just Believers

 

These are the things that I learned

From the earth and sky

 

But since you can’t get by

I leave you here hoping someday you will fly

 

For now, Stew away in your stuff and mess

But as for me, I’m going so bye.

© Sima Pendharkar May 2013

Me

“Ocean and Sky.” Acrylic Painting by Sima Pendharkar 2011.

My legs are strong.  My arms are smooth.  What was once unsure can now stand through the test of time.  We step ahead.  We step back.  What keeps us going?  I don’t have the answers.  I hum to my favorite song as I speed down the highway.  I like speed.  I giggle.  I cry.  Who is doing that.  Warm, burning feeling down my throat.  I twist and turn, moving without rhythm to the beats that I cannot hear.  I rest awake, staring into nothing.  Who knows what the new day will bring.

© Sima Pendharkar July 2006