Renewal

Let this be -
The Time of our Lives...

A second after midnight
When they say, the Year
Will be born-

And each second hence,
In a different place, on this
Longitude and that-
Each moment, for nearly a whole day
A New Year Dawns!

Giving thanks for the
Blessings of a year's worth, past
Gathered;

Remembering and grieving and mourning
All who have faced Life's Grim Battle
And won themselves Hereafter;

And, from there,

Surging forward
With the Hope
From the eternal Fount
Of the Soul...

Knowing that we
Shall never forget.

But move on
With memories, evergreen,
In our heart,
Voices strong
Conviction firm
Belief eternal,
In the Religion of Humanity
and
In the Perception of Peace.

Once Again!

Here's Wishing you all
A Wonderful New Year!
Hoping too
That it brings
Much Love, Luck, Joy
Peace, and Excitement
Energy and Extraordinary
Delights in Slices of Sheer Life!!!


31 December, 2008

Picture courtesy: www.kidsforsavingearth.org

Yuletide Greetings!

A Very Merry Christmas, all ye who drop in here!!
May All you wish for this yuletide, and all to you, so dear
Be with you, close in your heart, and forever near;
May trouble never darken doorways, and bring to you any fear!!


A wish for you all...


That this yuletide is filled with much joy and cheer
For each one of you, and your families, be they near or far
May Peace reign again, and Goodwill fill every heart!!


And, May God Bless us all...
This Beautiful Day
And Evermore!


Amen!!


25 December, 2008

Picture, courtesy: www.mccullagh.org

An Excuse.. :)

Friends, Bloggers and Comrades-in-Arms
Lend me your eyes, yet awhile...

I come not to post another poem :)
But to offer excuse, for long lapses of presence :D!

Excuses, I have many, and redemption, none!
For all the while I stay away, watching from
A distance, visiting but for a few snatched moments;

My heart, I find buried here, in the parchment
That holds a lot of what I hold dear... :)

Time, they say waits upon all,
Though waits for none...

So let it be with this Rambler,
Quixotic her excuses,
Which [she prays], the generosity
Of your goodselves
Will accept, pardon, and yet receive her, :D

When finally she does find time,
To wander amidst you all again!


18 December, 2008

[Sorry, dear friends, it's been a long haul of school, work, Son-home-on-leave -that is not a haul, it is a joy :D- and family visits. Shall definitely be back in a few days. Till then, do excuse me :)]

And finally, humble apologies to The Bard, for decimating a beautiful piece of his writing... :)

At Each Dusk..

At each sunset,
When the day has
Outdone itself to
A brilliant remembrance
At dusk.

At each moon rise,
When night decks
Herself in diamond
Stars, and bathes
In enchanting moonlight:

The heart stops a
Moment;

To feel the magic
And soothe the cares;

To count the blessings
And remember the giving;

To revere the only thing
That matters anymore-

Love.

2 April, '91

***

An old favourite. Also a re-post. :) But sometimes I just like to read this and hope, and hope again, that all will be well. That Love will find a way :)

Pic. Courtsey: pulverblog.pulver.com

For My Parents :)

When God made this world
He made it (I'm sure) for
Wonderful People
People like you-
Mom and Dad :)

For all the love
The warmth
Tenderness and joy
You gave us;
The tears, sorrow
Happiness
You shared with us...

For the lessons you taught us
The strength you gave us
The independence and faith
You inspired in us...

A prayer for you:
That joy will dog you, always;
That sorrow may be a thing
Of the past;
That you may enjoy the company
Of you great-grand children;
That you may be together
Beyond eternity;
That you may find peace
And may it always be with you...

Always...

This, and life's totality
We hope, will be yours, this day

And always...

Our dearest
Soulmakers.



1 December, 1985

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Today, 7 December, is my parents' wedding anniversary. Just rewinding to an old write, to wish them :) The picture is of them, a couple of days after they got married, way back to almost fifty years ago.

Chiaroscuro

I am the light
You say, that has lit up
A life, and blotted out the
Shadows.

A cliché no less,
Am I that, alone?

Be that as it may
Don't shadows sometimes comfort?
In the recesses of their being?
Hide, and warm old
Memories, never letting you forget
The Pain, that intensified
The Joy!

No,
I shall not mouth another
Cliché, in return;
Though perhaps, I'd like to
Think that having your
Shade, and basking in
The Shadow, that is you
Has cooled my fevered existence
And given me that
Space, to hide.

Nay, blend, more like
Blend my light with your shade,
To ripple on, endlessly
Like the chiaroscuro
Playing on the shallow sand
Of the lapping lake, of existence.




26 November, 2008

***
The muse did visit, early 26th, November, but by the time I thought of sharing this one, hell's highway was happening in Mumbai.

Sacrifice

So why does the silk worm spin
Yarns of purity in lustrous strands?
The sole purpose of its existence-
Oozing itself out,
Not for itself, but Never!

Only to serve a higher purpose
At the cost of its own self.

The blade of grass-
That sustains the food chain.

The Ants, zealous, uncomplaining
Disciplined, unquestioning;

Nature and the Lord's many creations,
Except, perhaps, man.

Look around, dear Child:

Do they ask,

Why me?

10 March, 2008

Destiny

The destiny planned out
weaves its intricate threads thru'
hearts of people;

tearing emotions, feelings
bonds, into pieces;

The work of that Superman?

I don't know now;
maybe I'll never know.
Maybe it'll remain as elusive
as that pot of Gold
at the rainbow's end.

Or maybe
the Wonders of the Infinite
will be understood
thru' the pains and sorrows
of living life;

Just cherishing those moments
that are worth the hell
the rest of our life holds..

Maybe...
Someday...
I'll know...





26 January, '84


Picture, Courtsey:
http://garrit.deviantart.com/art/Destiny-14107530

For Peace

For Peace...

Lokah Samastah Sukhino Bhavantu!
May Peace and Happiness Prevail...

May there be peace in your heart
Where it should, really, all start...

May there by peace in your eyes
So that from there it flows, gently to arise...

May there be peace in your utterance
And all that you speak, makes a warm difference...

May there be peace in every deed
To bring harmony to those in need!!

May all of us be these symbols
of Peace, ringing out from from us, the Cymbals!!

A fairy tale, a dream dreamt, yet untold
I know: but why can't we make so bold

As to try and be peaceful
and thus, make the world more beautiful?

Lokah Samastah Sukhino Bhavantu!
Om Shanthi...Shanthi....Shanthihi...!

7 May, 07

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Another re-post. The hope is strong, still. So I had to share this one too. The prayer is derived from this entire sloka, which has nothing to do with religion, just an expression, from ancient scriptures on the need for universal harmony, that holds the key to existence in society, harmoniously. Something we lack, sadly, utterly, today.

svasti prajabhyam paripalayantham nyayeana margena mahim maheesah
gobrahmanebhya shubamsthu nityam lokah samastha sukhino bhavanthu

Om lokah samastah sukhino bhavantu. May peace and harmony prevail. Although this mantra does not appear in any of the existent Veda sakhas [Vedic branches], it is an expression of the universal spirit that we find therein.
For peace and harmony to prevail, the kings--i.e. the politicians and leaders--should have a healthy approach towards their subjects and govern according to principles of dharma. And that is what the ancients interpreted it as. Is it any different now, in our contemporary context?

28 November, 2008

Picture, Courtesy: www.womenretreat-vcws-us.org

Dark Was the Night

Dark was the dusk
When the storm broke!

Long was the night
When the fires raged!

Deep were the wounds
that seared the hearts!

This is not a picture of long ago,
but of yesterday
when demons born of man's mind
roamed the streets
to ravage, to pillage humanity.

I stood a mute witness
to this nightmare come alive
And thought - is this what we have
come to?
Is man merely a refined instrument
of death in the name of religion,
of land, of tiny man-made divisions?

Has he lost sight of his glorious
self?-
The one in all of us...

If he would only stop to think
to take stock of himself
look around

See... the trees, flowers, mountains,
valleys, plains, rivers....

Listen... to the laughter of a child...

Feel... the blessings his mother gave him..

Share... in the love of his comrades
And come home,
Into his heart... with peace.

Oh please! just pause a while
And thank god for giving you
A mother who has the
largest, warmest, most loving
heart of all...

She has suffered enough..
and now all her sons
and daughters shall join
hands and hearts and sing
with one voice -

God Bless you always..
Vande Mataram!

Written in 1993

****

A Note:

It seemed appropriate to share this one now, with the fires still raging and shooting still going on in Mumbai. This was actually written post-Babri Masjid, when the riots almost shattered the secular fabric of our nation. But fifteen years later, how much has really changed, other than the faces? It is still humans, doing this, to each other, for all those twisted reasons they find, isn't it? Not aliens, not extra-terrestrials! My heartfelt condolences to all those who have lost near and dear ones to these kinds of acts of violence. May God grant them the strength to bear their loss and live through this time of pain and anguish. The silent succor of our prayers are always with you all.

God Bless us all!

28 November, 2008

Treasure

Liquid treasure
Stored for ages-
Mellowed, yet holding
The Sting.

Only with you
Could I share it.
For only you could
Know, the value...
For no one else
Could even make me
Want to try...
For, no one else
Was deserving too...

Your tenderness
The gentleness
Of your quiet question:

Why are you holding it in?

When you read
The pain,
In my eyes..
Was enough.

Trembling, in your arms,
My head tucked into your shoulder,
I can only let you
Soak it too..

That treasure:

Now as much yours...


22 April, 2008


***
A re-post again :) Till the muse visits again :)

Knowing

I’ve never understood
Quite exactly
How you always know…

Times, when my brightest
Smile, I flash-
Not wanting you
To be touched by that
Ache, I hold below;
You simply draw me
In, into your arms,
And take that ache away.

Times, when I seethe,
In silent stony, stubborn steam-
You gently warm, and
Keep me cool, and pliant,
With the lightness of your heart!

Times, you know so well-
Brimming with the intense emotion,
We simply touch,
And melt, into the
Dervish of the recurring
Love Dance-
Spiralling upwards
Ever entwined,
Our fragrances…

And so, I don’t want to know too…
How you always know-

You will always…
What more, then
Remains,

To be known?




23 April, 2008

A Butterfly Visits!!!

A butterfly's wings
Hold more magic
Than the rainbow
Or the varied hues
That Nature can ever give...:)

For they catch the light
Trap, and reflect;
And make a merry dance
Whirls, and whorls of magic!!!

And so such magic comes here
Gifted by a crusader,
An honest soul,
A discerning thinker,
A young man who makes
A difference!!

He wonders, why
I say "Thank you" ...
Why, I use it so... :)
My answer?

For these
Random Acts of Kindness:)
For being his natural self...!
For speaking up,
For speaking for,
For sharing... :)

23 November, 2008

Thanks Praveen :)
Now you can ignore this silly on-the-spot verse :) :)
Except for the thanks, of course:)

P.S. More on the award and those I would like to have it shared with on my other space, Overdrive, HERE! Thanks again, Praveen!!!

A Dangerous Optimism

My queer notion
Defies the crucible
Of its inception.
So you tell me.

But no, I shall
Not let it be-
I shall not surrender
That intangible wealth
For, it is all I have
This day.

When you, and the
World, shun the prospect,
Lacing homilies and
Anecdotes to underscore
The real and reel,
I know I shall not
Let go.

Not of the belief-
That Knowledge alone
Is power.
That knowing therefore,
Separates, then fuses
As with chaff and grain,
And growth from grain!

Not to you, or your
Foreboding can I
Ever abandon the
Unquenching thirst,
Of the limitless, seamless
Knowing, which shall,
Someday lead me

To that place
Here on Earth, in Life
(Not any astral plane, for sure!)
Where I am finally
Truly, Contentedly
Me, living with that Knowledge!

A dangerous optimism
A mrigatrishna you say!
But, you know, don't you?

I like to walk the
Razor's Edge!

I wonder,
Would you, then, like
To join me?


12 November, 2008

Grey

Shades of grey?
You ask.
Puzzled. In askance.
You wonder that
I like them!
I know I don’t
Need to explain-
But I’d like to share-
Maybe, then you’ll see them fair!

The grey in dawn-
The beginning of life;
That space between the
Eyelids and the eye
Before they open;
The softness of grey clouds-
Such a warm and cosy shelter
From the blinding sun.

Deeper grey- storm clouds:
Harbingers of the elixir of life;
Spreading to the grey drops
That fill and surge and quench
The Earth!

The colour of Grief
Which resounds only
In a heart that loves;
The colour of possibilities
Unnamed and innumerable;
The hue of ash,
That makes a man of a Son
And a woman of a Daughter.

It is the grey
That defines-
In more ways
Than I can tell you-

More than all the
Whites and Blacks;
For it carries
Both
In generous balance-

Black and White
To the Grey of
Experience!


15 November '07

Ode - I

If it could be like this

Always-

You and me and happiness
till past
Eternity.

If it didn't have to be
play-acting,
make-believe:
just an interlude
in the misty, nebulous
world of dreams!

If only all this
were true-
that you're still with me
walking this road together...

I miss you, my friend.
The part of me that you were
Will always be yours..
Till that promised

Past Eternity...




10 December, '85

*********

Picture, Courtesy: profile.myspace.com

A re-post again... :) Pushed up from the bottom of the list, in February when this was first posted. Just came across this today and decided to refresh it :)

This write has a sequel of sorts :)... Do read, if time and inclination permit:)

Ode - II

*********

Oodles of Noodles

Oodles of noodles
Intertwined
Entangled
Wisps of greenery
A bit of orange carrot
thrown in
for good measure.

Garnished; set.


1985

***
Picture, courtesy:

dalitoy.blogspot.com

As the labels proclaim, this is, incidentally, a silly ramble! But one, like all the nonsensical and silly things in life, I love.. :) Just pulling it up from the nether worlds of the blog.. :D!!

Through the Halls of Time...

All along the Halls of Time
Adorning its endless walls
Are those pictures;

If ever I were to regress
Into a past-
Any one of those myriad lifetimes
I may have lived-

I'd know one thing for sure:
Somewhere, somehow-
Among those portraits
Will hang some; very special ones...

When you and I meet,
And Greet-
Even if, to part;
To meet again,
Further down the Hall!

And that, you see,
Is just that!

Us.




25 December, '07

***

Picture, Courtesy : www.flickr.com

Getting Here

It's been a long way...
And it's been a long time...
getting here.

Dark, desperate
torturous paths,
Stormy troubled times..
Lashed by bitter
experience
Briefly relieved
by caring helping
hands..

It's been a lonely fight...
getting here
But if life
had been
kinder...
Would I have ever
discovered
my strength,
my faith?

Would I have
ever searched..
sought and
found
my own echoing
self...
in you?

It's been worth it
getting here.

6 June, 2002

***

Perhaps you have the time for this too?

Untitled

Thank you :)

Storm

The storm tossed leaves
on those trees
so reflect my inner turmoil.

Bits of hope
Shreds of despair;
warring and joining.
Joy and sorrow too,
those inevitable companions
and
undeniable rivals
for life's affections...


Churning in the sea of life.



The clouds must
break someday
And the wind cannot
blow forever.

Maybe, just maybe
the sun will shine
again, someday soon....


Just for me??



16 November'92

***

Another one of aeons ago :)
Pictures, courtsey:

www.nytimes.com
news.bbc.co.uk

We... CAN!

Can we-
Ever, but never

Put aside masks

So part of us?
I'm human-
Oh? I'm Super-human!
Uh-Oh! I'm Super-duper-Human!
And so speaks
The Social Conscience,
In all those (ph)(f)aces
Of our existence!

I wonder,
Yet again-
Can we
Someday, sometime
Merge our colours
Into the stream
That once was?

(The Greens, The Reds
The Saffrons...
Strand by strand
Thin myopic reeds, like veins
Dispersing, dispensing, insidiously
Into the bloodstream of a populace
To tinge, stain, mark
Indelibly!)

Fuse again, into that pure white
Light of the knowledge
That we are indeed built
Upon that cell, with the
Same stream of Consciousness
Running through its memory!

Are we so far gone
Down that wilderness
As a rampant equine
Without blinkers?
That we shall not ever
See the wood for the trees?
(Or is it the other way around?)

Can we
Just
STOP!
Right There.
Just stop.
And think.
Know. Believe. Act.

Rewind to that
Moment of Truth
When a Great Soul
Told us-
At that Midnight tryst
We Can! We did!



And down the
Chute of time
We undid...

How I wish we'd
Strive again,
And know!

Can't We?

We

Can?



5 November, 2008

***
(Gandhiji's Picture, courtsey, theinspirationroom.com)

***

In wait, for the indomitable human spirit to rise again, here - an echo of which we heard this day, in the U S of A!
Also Congratulations to Mr Barack Obama, for being the harbinger of a possibility that we should explore :) The possibility, of course, being the clarion call he made for Unity of all the colour, creed, orientation, class, political ideology!!
I believe, that it is possible:) With the Children of Today... Can't we tell them at least that? That They Can... ? Teach them the wonder of the uplifting song called

The Impossible Dream

from that timeless movie on Don Quixote, "The Man from La Mancha"


Also, I just came across this on Youtube.. And it charmed me no end!!!

Gandhi’s words in this Telecom Italia TV ad:

“If you want to give a message it must be a message of ‘Love’, it must be a message of ‘Truth’. I want to capture your hearts. Let your hearts clap in unison with what I’m saying. A friend asked yesterday, ‘Did I believe in one world?’ How can I possibly do otherwise, of course I believe in one world”.

An Option!

Perched on the edge of sanity
Is a bit of eclectic thought
A bit that is quite entirely me-
Wondering if it were not better
To fall off the precipice of conformity
And wallow in the sheer wanton world
Of a seamless, rule-less, liberation
In being only a soul; naked of the body
Soaked in the stupor of endless ecstasy

Of discovering that


16 June, 2008

***

Please don't stone me dear readers, for, as you guessed it :), I'm just airing another that got lost in the pile here:)

Perhaps you'd like to read these too, if you have the time:

Fathomless

Homing In

Evolving

A Question

In Search Again...

Your silence suddenly
Has muted-
Or is it that I'm
On a different wavelength?

Has the light in your
Eyes really dimmed?
Or am I, perhaps
Looking too hard?

All of a sudden
Interference jams the
Vibes, and all of a sudden
I am lost in the pandemonium
Of frequencies, that
Don't find resonance!

And yet, we talk-
Of this and that...
But never what
We always used to...



Are the pieces of the
Perfect Puzzle, made by each other
Falling out, all over again?

Is it just a momentary lapse?

I hope!
I know?

I know.
We will
Piece together again...

And then, finally,
Again



Just Be!



22 October, 2008
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Pictures Courtesy:
www.worldofstock.com
www.cardiomyopathy.org

***

Forced the muse again, and so comes this rather unfinished and rambling post..:) Do bear with the eccentricity of the author, Lol! And thanks in advance, for being here!

The Last Word ...

To step out of the cloak of disguise,
Of being someone I am not;
Is perhaps the hardest step to take.

To stand afar, a heart full of love,
Yet unable to shout it from the rooftops;
Is perhaps the hardest feeling to reconcile within.





Still,
When the world rises up
To question,
To pigeonhole,
To discipline;

It is you, as me, the other way too
That is, at once,
My strongest armour
And my softest heel!

Love hurts, love heals,
Love reaffirms faith;





But the point is-
(One that I'm blessed with)
Love Is.

Period.



8 to 11 January, '08


*****

Yet another old one, being given new lease of life :) The muse is still wary, and I'm trying all I can to appease it, lol! So while she plays hide and seek with me, I thought I'd share some more of her, through these re-posts:) Thanks, as always, for your patience!

Tantalizing Tanka!!

Tanka, like Haiku, is again a form of Japanese Lyric Poetry.

[As you know by now, :) ] A Haiku works with 17 syllables arranged in 3 lines of 5/7/5 syllables to each line, and evokes an aspect of nature and the seasons, with the last line holding the punch so to speak.

A few haiku here, in my previous post!

Tanka on the other hand gives the writer more space to work with – 31 syllables, arranged in 5 lines of 5/7/5/7/7 syllables each. Tanka is an older form of the lyric in Japanese… dating to 13 centuries ago, while Haiku is just about 3 centuries ago..

Tanka was mainly written between lovers, as society had accepted the fact that a man’s dallying with another woman, other than his wife was normal!! After the man departed early in the morning, he would send a Tanka to his lady love with his message of love..

I hope you enjoy these Tanka, and that you will try some of your own!

Morning After...

A fiery blush

warming your palm under my

face, on the pillow-

the morning after the night

before – in our crimson dawn.

20 April, 07

(Picture from : www.betweenthesheets.co.uk)

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Death Smiles

[Tanka in Tandem]

The beautiful rose

Tall, vain, proud- but now slain, lies

Picture-perfect on

The coffin of her mistress,

Whose hand fed that vanity!

Death waits and smiles in

Irony – the beautiful rose

Tall and proud, now his

Prize: another soul to take

Away – unexpected Gift!

30 April, ‘07
(Pictures from : scholez18.blogspot.com ; www.guardian.co.uk)
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A Note on the Lover's Bedside
[Tanka in Tandem]

Love, I leave you now-

your hair spread over pillows

soft ; your body in

wanton pleasure, covered by

satin sheets white: Oh! pure grace!




So that my heart – yet

again whetted by your thoughts;

my breath savouring

your promises, beckoning

delights; returning to you!

10 May, ‘07
(Picture from: www.dallas-sleep.com)

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Me in You!

What's it about you

I love most, you ask and wait;

O Love, don't you know?

Not passion- not body sweet!

But me, in you, held captive!

16 September, 07

(Picture from : http://www.chiselstudio.com.au)

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Breeze of Love

Thoughts of you blow a

Gentle breeze, running fingers

through my hair, your way!

Whispering, a feather touch

Vow; our love of yester eve!

16 September, 07

(Picture from : www.prlog.org)

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A Shower of Haiku !!

Rebirth




autumn leaves falling:
buried seeds look up hoarding
hope to grow anew.

6 April, 07

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Story of Life

Dew drops winking just

momentarily, to fade:

Story of life, lived.


12 April, 07

***



Paradise

in crystal water -

under the blue sky: a lush

green - paradise mine.



20 April, '07

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Lightning!



cosmic energy:

pent up fury, just unleashed –

a bolt from the blue!


15 May, 2007

***



Rain





Softly falling drops-

touches my soul - harmony!

in a shower to cleanse!


10 May, '07


***


Onam - Haiku in Tandem






A celebration
Flowers, hues, spirit of nature
Festival Divine!!!


Richness of colour
Promise of Prosperity
Onam: life relished!!


30 August, ‘07

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Sorry, this one is another re-post:) The original is Here. As you will see, there isn't any change as such, but a re-arrangement, which I just managed to be taught, by my young philo' Soumya. Thanks, Soumya... :) Time for you to assess my progress, lol!

Haiku is Japanese lyric poetry, composed, usually, in 3 lines of 5-7-5 syllables each, on some aspect of nature and the seasons. A very amateur attempt here:) More on Haiku and how to write it, HERE.

The picture for the Haiku "Rain" is a gift from a dear poet, Shalini Devraj. The pictures with "Story of Life" and "Paradise" have been taken by my brother and son, on which I've attempted the writing with the help of Photoshop:) The final picture of the Pookkalam [the flower carpet, and this is with real, natural flowers :)] was taken this year, at our home, on Onam Day:), 12 September, 2008. The picture with "Rebirth" has been taken from a webpage on the net:)

Another write, associated to this, is an earlier post, a Senryu, called The Chill. Senryu works like a Haiku, but then again, it is slightly darker in nature:)

The Moment of Reckoning

You held out your hand-
Never spoke a word!

Your eyes just looked grave-
No hint of any fear, or doubt!

Across the table, as you sat
Looking deep into my eyes, so deep..

Willing me to believe-
Willing me to take the chance.

Oh, I knew, alright;
I knew I trusted you.

How could I not!
Such faith in me,
Such love for me
How could I not!

Still the demon of despair
Wouldn't let go the
Tenuous chord it
Bound me with.

The hand outstretched
I longed to take.
The warmth in the look
I longed to bathe in.

Why did I feel it
So wrong to feel so right?
Why couldn't I just let
Myself go, and fall in love?

What held me back
In its terror's sway
I wondered...

A monster of doubt-
Am I worth it?
What is there in me
That could be so loved,
With such infinite gentleness
Such precious tenderness?

My eyes welled up...
How could you be so...
So You?
How could you give so much
Of You?

And how could I not
Take that proffered hand!

I knew I was made whole
The day I took your hand
And placed my trust...
In that outstretched hand!



19 June, '07


**Yet another re-post. I know it's not done, but what the heck! I decided to re-cycle anyways, Lol! Thank you for the continued patience, all of you who have already read this one :)

Bull in a China Shop

My precious shop
Ye Olde Antique
Priceless, fragile, exquisite-
I thought.

Till you barged in..

And swept away the
Distant past I guarded
passionately.

The blue Ming vases
Treasured keepers of pain.
Shattered.

The perfect figurines
Masks preserved for ages.
In smithereens.


Crystal, glinting
A thousand reflections of
memories.
No more.

Astounded. Shorne
Of my prized treasure
I wonder -

Was that a deadweight
Suddenly lifted away?

Freedom.

No more do I
Have to tiptoe inside.

No more do I
Have to caution another
Who approaches.

No more.
Inside.

With the freedom
Comes the
Insanity of letting go.

I shall have to keep you.
To remain insane.



18 April, 07

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This one is a re-post of an old one :) Till the muse decides to visit, I thought I'd push this one up... :) Thank you for the patience in reading this one again.. :)