Poetry to me is like
Meandering In The Meadows

As you meander in the meadows, you begin to listen to the voices of your plural identities and tune into your pursuit of meaning, happiness, and purpose. You learn to get into the rhythm of vacillating between your identities and their diverging narratives and find the flow to show up with your many gifts.

Meandering in the Meadows,
you come across a stream

On this side is familiar ground,
holding your back

On the other side unknown allure,
pulling you along

On this side you know
every bird, the land, and the tree

On the other side is adventure,
a call to discovery

Staying here is repeating the same,
in pursuit of mastery

Going there is a new beginning,
in pursuit of artistry

Meandering in the Meadows,
you come across a stream

You pause for a moment,
looking for a bridge – a connection

You see your own reflection
and in it – a conundrum, a choice.

A voice says,
“Be bold, choose the stream and neither of the sides!

The stream is the real flow
that promises much unfolding,

at the upstream are the summits,
bottom of the beginnings

and downstream are many turns
and some forks for the failings

Keep going with the flow, and this going will be long

Perhaps there’s a chance – to be the ocean and the song!
The Careful Gardener

Be the Gardner, the careful keeper

of your fragile inner sanctum.

Prune and prick every failing branch

and cry over every falling leaf.

Fret and fume over this state of despair.

and let it define you…for now and forever…

Be the Sky, seek your true nature
the magnanimous bearer of life,
as it shows any time of
the day, any season
Nourish the lows with a rainy cloud
Cherish the highs with a sunny bound
Embrace the weather without care or call
And let it color you red and make you blue
take it all and thrive….
be the rainbow you are!

An All Encompasing Sky

In the narrative as a gardener, I care a lot and aspire for perfection. It is my nature to tend carefully and has brought me success. And yet in this transition, I must practice to be the Sky, embrace all the seasons and let them work their magic!

Be The Tree
you were born to be

You are a born leader,

let no one tell you otherwise.


You started in this world

in your own unique way,

like a seedling sprouting

under the caring tree or

a sapling rising from the

ashes of wildfires, maybe.


Your story is your promise.

Stay the course, your nature

like the tree that withstands

heavy rains and droughts,

yet never fails to sprout,

year after year, somehow.


You are now the wiser tree

Let no one make you forget

You stood your own ground,

and took on all the seasons,

slowly shed away self-doubt,

reach within and spread out.


Your calling is your own

quest to show up for others.

You are a born leader,

let no one tell you otherwise.

An image is a thousand words, and a poem is worth several conversations.

Knowing your story through my story,
Your suffering through my suffering,
Your joys and abundance fill mine.
A call from my heart to your heart,
Hoping to make my words your words

Yash Chitale

Poetry can encourage you to assess, pause, reflect and act.