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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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a wise yogi's timeless wisdom
is so easy to read, appreciate
and quote, in advice, to others!

and what have you done with it?

an audacious query from my little one
makes me splutter in chagrin
(more, I must add, at myself!)

how easy it is to mouth advice!
(after reading rich experiences of another!)
yet how much more wondrous
it would be, if only one could
simply do, not parrot it!

if only! I sigh!





27 June, 2008

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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

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I surprise
me
with the
strength of
love;
the sureness
of believing
in the wonder
of you.
as you do
in
correlating.
me and you
in entwined
fragrances.
a soul
split in
two
with me
with you
in love and
in life
with one
soul
till always
after..

and some.


Usha, 12 June, '91

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In the darkness of
the Eclipse
at the height of
noon-

From
hot, searing
To
cold, dispassionate!

The heaviness

of non existence

can be so painful.

Thank God, however,

Eclipses don't last!

Usha, 20, May, 2007

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.
They said:
Time heals wounds of the soul.
I have yet to believe that.

The seconds move on
Relentlessly
Painfully
Without respite;

Without a breather
A vacuum to suspend
Myself - alone -
To forget and forgive:
If possible.

Time has passed
Since the day
You broke my life-
And,
No matter what
The wound deep inside
Within my soul
Is still raw.


Usha, 10 December '86

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Hanging on the edge of time
by a sliver of a thought.
An impossible dream.

Daring myself to plunge ahead
There am I poised.

And I step forward…

Through the icy blasts
of wordless reprimands
of guilt and remorse
of pain , tears
and shock-

I find the light
at the end of the tunnel.

Passion’s price paid
I stand now-
Resolute, content,
Peaceful and strong.

In life and love-
Bound by a circle of
Love
Only love.


2003