It's like this,
Each heart-stopping minute
Of a day in your love!
I don't really know
If I'm all here, or gone...
If I'm coming or going...
Or gone!
But
Does it matter at all,
Anyway?
Oblivious to all,
and every...
I lie, satiated-
Yet knowing,
There's more to come!
For,
Each moment is
that...
Heart-stopping;
Loving you!
Usha, 29 April, 2008
Tuesday, 29 April 2008
Waiting
We're not through
This Lifetime yet,
With each other-
And yet we wait,
With bated breath,
In the warm anticipation
Of joining, again,
In the next!
The best part of all!
Though a few might ask:
Not again?
Wont you get
Too satiated?
Wouldn't you be bored?
You'd want the
Excitement of uncertainty,
Surely?
But how do we
Tell them:
(Will never convince them, though!)
Some bonds are just so-
Each lifetime,
The first, together!
Each moment,
Like the first one,
When we knew!
And always,
The Gladness,
The filling peace inside
Of the knowledge
That the wait
Will end thus:
With the Union
Of Us.
Usha, 25 April, 2008
This Lifetime yet,
With each other-
And yet we wait,
With bated breath,
In the warm anticipation
Of joining, again,
In the next!
The best part of all!
Though a few might ask:
Not again?
Wont you get
Too satiated?
Wouldn't you be bored?
You'd want the
Excitement of uncertainty,
Surely?
But how do we
Tell them:
(Will never convince them, though!)
Some bonds are just so-
Each lifetime,
The first, together!
Each moment,
Like the first one,
When we knew!
And always,
The Gladness,
The filling peace inside
Of the knowledge
That the wait
Will end thus:
With the Union
Of Us.
Usha, 25 April, 2008
The Dragon Slayer’s Day!
The good ol’ steed stood
Faithful, unquestioning;
Ready for me-
Saddled and waiting,
No blinkers too.
It was time, for war.
So, spear in hand
Armour donned-
Steely glint
Shining through the irises
I embark on that crusade,
Yet again.
The Affairs of State
Quite drew away my attention,
And so they multiplied, like rabbits,
The Dragons…
Having a ball, thinking I’d never know!
Surprise is always the key
I had been taught,
So I led the charge
Me, and myself, together!
Screaming the War Cry
Hair streaming behind!
Bouncing in the saddle
It was sheer joy-
To see their fires fizzle
At this unholy sight
Of their Tormentor-
Laughing wildly, and
A little madly-
But
Irrepressibly,
Gleefully!!
Still it took them a while
To realize, I meant business-
And so, One by One
As their numbers grew
Thinner, we called a Truce:
I’d let them stay-
If only they’d leave
When I came around.
And they said-
They’d leave,
Only if I stayed,
To clear up.
A Truce, A Truce!
I knew I couldn’t
Push too hard-
I’d already done that
To Myself!
So, with Creaky Bones
And a Wobbling Spine
After the gallop, the canter
And the trot…
On my War Horse-
I retreat-
At the end of the day.
Broken, rather;
But deeply satisfied-
Dragons removed,
Dragons chased
Dragons quietened…
I rest on my laurels
Dust free, dirt free
Sparkling Clean,
Till they errupt again,
The Dragons, I mean…!
Hanging up my armour
Stabling the faithful steed
And putting aside the Spear;
I’m back to business as usual!
Finding my bed, that is-
And falling asleep…
To dreamily decimate more dragons
Delightfully, daringly,
Ah! Daintily….
Zzzzzzzzzzz………..!!!!!
Usha, 20 April, 2008
*********************
Inspired by Sonal Jyoti P's concept of how Dragons are all around us, in the form of work that we do, slaving over the kitchen stove, files to push, homes to clean, et al..:D
Thanks Sonal for the inspiration!!
Faithful, unquestioning;
Ready for me-
Saddled and waiting,
No blinkers too.
It was time, for war.
So, spear in hand
Armour donned-
Steely glint
Shining through the irises
I embark on that crusade,
Yet again.
The Affairs of State
Quite drew away my attention,
And so they multiplied, like rabbits,
The Dragons…
Having a ball, thinking I’d never know!
Surprise is always the key
I had been taught,
So I led the charge
Me, and myself, together!
Screaming the War Cry
Hair streaming behind!
Bouncing in the saddle
It was sheer joy-
To see their fires fizzle
At this unholy sight
Of their Tormentor-
Laughing wildly, and
A little madly-
But
Irrepressibly,
Gleefully!!
Still it took them a while
To realize, I meant business-
And so, One by One
As their numbers grew
Thinner, we called a Truce:
I’d let them stay-
If only they’d leave
When I came around.
And they said-
They’d leave,
Only if I stayed,
To clear up.
A Truce, A Truce!
I knew I couldn’t
Push too hard-
I’d already done that
To Myself!
So, with Creaky Bones
And a Wobbling Spine
After the gallop, the canter
And the trot…
On my War Horse-
I retreat-
At the end of the day.
Broken, rather;
But deeply satisfied-
Dragons removed,
Dragons chased
Dragons quietened…
I rest on my laurels
Dust free, dirt free
Sparkling Clean,
Till they errupt again,
The Dragons, I mean…!
Hanging up my armour
Stabling the faithful steed
And putting aside the Spear;
I’m back to business as usual!
Finding my bed, that is-
And falling asleep…
To dreamily decimate more dragons
Delightfully, daringly,
Ah! Daintily….
Zzzzzzzzzzz………..!!!!!
Usha, 20 April, 2008
*********************
Inspired by Sonal Jyoti P's concept of how Dragons are all around us, in the form of work that we do, slaving over the kitchen stove, files to push, homes to clean, et al..:D
Thanks Sonal for the inspiration!!
Saturday, 19 April 2008
Unexpressed
When words rush out,
Choc-a-block-
From the depths...
The Abyss
The void
Where you know
Nothing is-
They possess you.
They rush-
In a stampede,
Only to be met
By that awful lump
In the throat.
In that release-
Freed from fathoms far
Below;
Fleeing fiercely;
Never to be trapped
Again in that
Numbing vacuum;
They never thought
That freedom hung on
That breath …
The breath held tight-
Constricted in the chest-
Steely, cold, heavy.
And the words?
They pushed,
Every which way,
Seeking that escape:
So you let them.
Escape, that is.
Through the despair
Shouting from the eyes,
In the voiceless plea-
The cold sweat,
Drenching the palms.
And the anguished silence.
Yet,
The lump in the throat
Doesn’t dissolve.
Whatever the expression,
It can never be complete;
Unless the knot is untied,
And comfort warms
The cold hard lump-
Till it dissolves
And
The breath freed…
The words, of course,
By now, have found release.
Goes to prove
Just this-
Words, who needs them?
Usha, 17 April, 2008
Choc-a-block-
From the depths...
The Abyss
The void
Where you know
Nothing is-
They possess you.
They rush-
In a stampede,
Only to be met
By that awful lump
In the throat.
In that release-
Freed from fathoms far
Below;
Fleeing fiercely;
Never to be trapped
Again in that
Numbing vacuum;
They never thought
That freedom hung on
That breath …
The breath held tight-
Constricted in the chest-
Steely, cold, heavy.
And the words?
They pushed,
Every which way,
Seeking that escape:
So you let them.
Escape, that is.
Through the despair
Shouting from the eyes,
In the voiceless plea-
The cold sweat,
Drenching the palms.
And the anguished silence.
Yet,
The lump in the throat
Doesn’t dissolve.
Whatever the expression,
It can never be complete;
Unless the knot is untied,
And comfort warms
The cold hard lump-
Till it dissolves
And
The breath freed…
The words, of course,
By now, have found release.
Goes to prove
Just this-
Words, who needs them?
Usha, 17 April, 2008
Engrossed
Wielding that brush-
With the colours of Life,
Arrayed in splendour…
She wondered what
Her brush would choose.
Not matter, though,
She knew – the colours
Would be those,
Destined to meet and merge;
And fill that-
Envisioned in the
Artist’s Soul.
Chewing upon his Pencil’s stub,
Vacuously-
He wondered at those
Words, that eluded him;
As he groped, for their
Sustenance, their life-giving
Rush of adrenalin.
The hovered, and danced,
Glided and waltzed,
Just out of reach!
Lying on the grass-
He looked up at that
Universe, the swirling
Mass of tangible emotion…
Sighed and shut his eyes;
Rolled over, on one side
And leaped to his feet
In one swift motion-
To net the first word
That he intercepted!
Only to be caught himself-
In a vision, ethereal
And mesmerizing;
Of swift brush strokes
Of colours that lived,
Of a canvas, shouting
In wild abandon-
And-
She painted.
He wrote.
Immersed. Enthralled.
Enchanted. Engrossed.
Till –
At the same instant
They recognized each other,
And smiled.
Replete.
Usha, 12 April, 2008
With the colours of Life,
Arrayed in splendour…
She wondered what
Her brush would choose.
Not matter, though,
She knew – the colours
Would be those,
Destined to meet and merge;
And fill that-
Envisioned in the
Artist’s Soul.
Chewing upon his Pencil’s stub,
Vacuously-
He wondered at those
Words, that eluded him;
As he groped, for their
Sustenance, their life-giving
Rush of adrenalin.
The hovered, and danced,
Glided and waltzed,
Just out of reach!
Lying on the grass-
He looked up at that
Universe, the swirling
Mass of tangible emotion…
Sighed and shut his eyes;
Rolled over, on one side
And leaped to his feet
In one swift motion-
To net the first word
That he intercepted!
Only to be caught himself-
In a vision, ethereal
And mesmerizing;
Of swift brush strokes
Of colours that lived,
Of a canvas, shouting
In wild abandon-
And-
She painted.
He wrote.
Immersed. Enthralled.
Enchanted. Engrossed.
Till –
At the same instant
They recognized each other,
And smiled.
Replete.
Usha, 12 April, 2008
A Mother's Heart
A mother's heart
Can,
And will,
Never, but never
Reconcile;
No matter-
What destiny throws;
No matter-
The scriptures preach;
No matter
Rational Rationale
Solace and Consolation
Pour.
No matter that
Even she tells
Herself so.
His head
In her arms,
Lying across her
Lap-
He smiled,
A final smile;
Casually,
Serenely,
Knowingly.
So she smiles-
Even now,
For her heart
Cannot grieve;
Having still not
Reconciled
To fate's answer.
For her,
He Still Is-
Never Was.
A mother's heart,
After all...
That never
Gives in...
Or
Gives out.
And so
A Memory Lives.
Usha, 21 March, 2008
Can,
And will,
Never, but never
Reconcile;
No matter-
What destiny throws;
No matter-
The scriptures preach;
No matter
Rational Rationale
Solace and Consolation
Pour.
No matter that
Even she tells
Herself so.
His head
In her arms,
Lying across her
Lap-
He smiled,
A final smile;
Casually,
Serenely,
Knowingly.
So she smiles-
Even now,
For her heart
Cannot grieve;
Having still not
Reconciled
To fate's answer.
For her,
He Still Is-
Never Was.
A mother's heart,
After all...
That never
Gives in...
Or
Gives out.
And so
A Memory Lives.
Usha, 21 March, 2008
Thursday, 17 April 2008
Denial
The mirror cracked.
So intense was that
Vibration.
In that single desolate
denial,
Something snapped-
And in those multiple
images-
Suddenly, there was
Too much of me!
Usha, 16 October, '07
Sunday, 13 April 2008
The Right Age
When I tried those stilettos,
His deeply disapproving look
Simply served to fuel my determination:
I bought them.
The other day, I coloured my hair;
And he caught me in the process.
His exasperated, quizzical sigh
Ensured it had to be added to my routine!
And, if ever, I take the wheel,
(When he magnanimously
Grants me the opportunity)
Gosh! It’s all I can do
(As I listen to him droning on
About my nonexistent -to him-
Driving skill)
To not ram into the nearest tree-
Deliberately, I might add!
Still, I must admit:
He’s the one to soothe my frayed nerves;
And never complain, at the black coffee
He gets, when I forget the milk is over;
He’s the one, who’s seen me through
Dark and desperate storms of tears
When our dog took a walk, at midnight,
Without my permission!
He’s the patient tutor, for all those Football Matches
EPL or Champion’s League or La Liga…
And the endless laps of the Grand Prix;
I drive him crazy, as Hamilton drives to victory!
He’s the one who’s held me up
When my back gave way;
And made me laugh,
When it threatened to Rain, deep in my Heart!
And finally, no matter how misbehaved I am,
His final salvo, as he shouts:
“Grow up, MA!!”
Assures me, as nothing else does:
I am the Right Age!!!
Usha, 13 April, 2008
His deeply disapproving look
Simply served to fuel my determination:
I bought them.
The other day, I coloured my hair;
And he caught me in the process.
His exasperated, quizzical sigh
Ensured it had to be added to my routine!
And, if ever, I take the wheel,
(When he magnanimously
Grants me the opportunity)
Gosh! It’s all I can do
(As I listen to him droning on
About my nonexistent -to him-
Driving skill)
To not ram into the nearest tree-
Deliberately, I might add!
Still, I must admit:
He’s the one to soothe my frayed nerves;
And never complain, at the black coffee
He gets, when I forget the milk is over;
He’s the one, who’s seen me through
Dark and desperate storms of tears
When our dog took a walk, at midnight,
Without my permission!
He’s the patient tutor, for all those Football Matches
EPL or Champion’s League or La Liga…
And the endless laps of the Grand Prix;
I drive him crazy, as Hamilton drives to victory!
He’s the one who’s held me up
When my back gave way;
And made me laugh,
When it threatened to Rain, deep in my Heart!
And finally, no matter how misbehaved I am,
His final salvo, as he shouts:
“Grow up, MA!!”
Assures me, as nothing else does:
I am the Right Age!!!
Usha, 13 April, 2008
Sunday, 6 April 2008
Untitled
Fiction is mostly
More natural
And
Dreams are mostly
More real
When
I'm wrapped up
In the magical aura
Of your presence
Usha, 1984
More natural
And
Dreams are mostly
More real
When
I'm wrapped up
In the magical aura
Of your presence
Usha, 1984
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