Like inky nights
diluted with
pearly moonlight...
Like dry riverbeds
inundated with
rushing waters...
Like sudden stillness
invaded with
thunderous gales...
Or poignant silences
gentled with
murmurs and smiles...
And lack-lustre eyes
moistened with
tears of feeling...
Maybe there's hope for us-
New perspectives
Untold and untried..
Normalcy now,
would be
an achievement.
2 April, '91
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A re post, to strive and find a muse again:)
In Reassurance..
And if you were
to let me loose...
Loosen the bonds
of love you
hold me within..
And if you were
to give me back
my space, my mind...
I wonder
Sadly, nervously...
I know you wonder too -
What if I asked?
What if you
couldn't deny me?
What if this
nightmare you
fear, turned real?
You wouldn't-
Rather, you couldn't-
I'm too precious,
a part of you
that rules the
rest of you!
Then how could
you-
Just let me free!
And how do I
reassure you
that's the way
I'll always be..
A part of you.
No matter-
even if you
let me be
Me!
14 April, 07
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Re-post, again :)
The knife twists in the wound
As I sit and watch
The pen scratches on paper
And I still feel inexperienced.
Undated
He came with the dawn,
Early morning mist-
A hazy form:
vague nothingness,
slowly taking shape!
My long night was
nearing light-
I knew, the sun
was just behind him.
Trapped in my darkness
I could do nothing,
but wait...
Endlessly, it seemed.
I wondered.
Did he know?
Was that why he came?
And I waited.
Wondering
why, suddenly, the steps
seemed unsure
faltering-
And the mist grew thick!
Still trapped in
my darkness
I knew
I would have to burn-
so that he could see light,
and part the mist again.
Only, I hope, he will forgive me
for being formless,
when he finally gets here.
5 June, '07
just a couple of weary shells
on a lonely beach.
a couple of tired purposeless
shells.
till a grain of a fraction of
the golden sun
slipped between.
the pain started; endured
and crystallized as a drop of
tear
into a liquid opaque milky
pearl.
a beginning with you.
a realization of beauty.
my empty lifeless eyes
fill with tears....
17 March, '84
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Re-post, again :)
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Tinkles, felt like rippling
water-
Those intrinsic movements
that flow into each other
unhesitatingly
with such
lucidity
in dream-like flash...
Soothing sounds like
gentle waves lapping cool
around the ankles, leading
to a euphoria;
so sudden as a fresh spray
of
tangy water;
like a breathless gasp
in a cold shower.
4 October, '83
Slowly - so slowly -
I eased my foot into
that footprint
etched in my
mind:
long ago.
A footprint with
no feet to match;
till you strode into
my life.
The imprint fit.
You weren't an ideal
crystallized.
You were a lifestyle
that suited.
Admirably.
A way of life moulded.
I feel secure.
12 April, '84
Purity, distilled in the essence
Of a dew drop. You, my love.
23 December, '07
This one is an itty bitty one, lol, but still I guess the mush is over the top :) Solilo, you continue to motivate one to spread the love :)
And perhaps you'd like to read another little one too? :) :)
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I was blessed
With a daughter dear!
Delightful darling!
She grew up too fast!
And today she stands
A bedecked, beautiful bride.
The sweetest smile;
Shy, and yet, that
Mischievous look,
When she raises her eyes!
Exchanging vows-
Oh my, my baby,
Now a wife!
A tear falls-
Hers, in mine.
No matter that
She now weds;
I'll always be blessed
With this daughter dear!
22 September,'07
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As I have mentioned before, no, I do not have my very own daughter :) But the ways of the world are strange and blessed; found myself given the gift of at least two daughters...who I know ought to have been mine :) And so, they are :) :)
No, this verse does not subscribe to the theory of a mother losing her daughter at her marriage; rather this celebrates the occasion of her having found someone, (really :)), and our happiness. Dear One, S, I am so happy for you... cannot really tell you how much! May you be blessed to be together as peas in a pod :) :)
This also is to share my anguish over what is happening to Mother India's Daughters by those who have appointed themselves guardians of her Morality! Foolish men, who know not, the meaning of that word, of that succor that comes from a woman, their mother, sister, wife, daughter, friend!
Daughters dear, do not give up believing in yourselves
Do not lose the faith, that you are in every way equal
Do not cower in the face of brutalities of the real cowards
Daughters dear, men are, because you are!
Bless you!!
She wrinkled her
Pert nose-
Prettily,
Provocatively...
No!
Please? Let me!
No! You taught me,
And now, I will!
But your soft hands...
And the nails you grew...!
So what, they'll grow back again!
But...!
Daddy dearest, No!
I will change the flat tyre!
23 September, '07
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Perhaps you might like this?
Dawn-
The early morning sun peeks in
through the window
Blushing;
It withdraws just as quickly.
The fiery red sobers
to a pale gleam
that turns the dewdrops on the grass,
on the cobwebs in the garden
into liquid pearls…
winking momentarily before
disappearing.
Morning-
dappled sunshine on the lawn
on the bougainvillea dominating the centre,
on the flower beds, a riot of colour and perfume!
Butterflies flitting from flower to flower
Their wispy wings aflame with colour in the sun!
Looking magical…
The cat- black with white socks, tawny eyed
writhing in obvious pleasure, pausing now and then
to fix a cunning eye on chirping sparrows nearby!
Noon-
The sun blazing down mercilessly-
a curious stillness in the air-
no butterflies, birds, or cat, on the lawn…
total inactivity… in sultry scene…
Twilight-
Long slanting rays of the sun disappearing
over the far horizon.
The sky adorning hues of myriad colours
in rapid succession-
from pale yellow, a sudden flaming crimson-gold
to a pastel pink… till finally
shades of grey touch the
feathery clouds high above,
before darkness descends completely.
Birds flying home, silhouetted against
this colourful skyscape!
Raucous crows squabble, beyond the lawn
Chattering mynahs, magpies join melodiously..
Eventually, inevitably, they too settle peacefully,
As the first glares of the street lamps
blots the pearly glow of twilight!
A wounded bird
Abandoned and
Exiled.
He tried too hard-
They said.
Not knowing he
only wanted his
sole self freed.
He sinned and
paid the price,
They crowed
righteously.
Not knowing how
much their inner voices
protested-
Fools, don't you realize
he only tried to make you see!
A patch of shade
Thankfully graced
his self.
Weary, yet serene,
he looked up-
Still pleading.
A prayer, spontaneous
escaped his parched self.
Forgive them, dear Lord
For they know not what they do.
The utterance sealed his fate-
As the angry mob descended
in a dark cloud.
It was time.
He simply surrendered.
To live again a thousand times
In each heart, that pecked him
to oblivion.
25 August, 07
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