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February 11, 2012

Fire glow















Smouldering embers…
Fanned by desire….
Glowing cinders…
Erupting into a blaze…

Your body on fire
Setting mine alight…
With sparks of passion..
Fiery…… and red hot…

Burning all sense of self
No ‘you’….. and no ‘me’
Just a single entity
Whole…… and complete….

Basking in the fire-glow……



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February 5, 2012

The Locked Chest



 













A padlocked mystery ….
Holding …… perhaps……
Prized treasures……
Cherished memories…
Unknown secrets…
Imagined ….. and real….

Closed …. sealed…
By silence….. and guilt….
……like my heart…….
Waiting for…
Love….. trust…..
… to open up again…..




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January 25, 2012

The Fallen Leaf













A life over….
Short…. well-lived….
Ordinary….. inconspicuous….
Yet leaving….
Golden teardrops…..
Vibrant memories....
Still…. beautiful….


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January 19, 2012

TAKE ME ALONG.....


Kissing you goodbye
Was the hardest thing
I’d ever had to do in my life….
Not knowing when
You would come back,
Or whether you would be back at all….

Believing you would return
Was something I had to cling on to…
Though it was going to be difficult.....
The world would come to its senses
And the war would end…
Giving us the future we dreamed of….

Putting myself into that kiss
I gave you everything I had….
Needing you to understand
All that I had been unable to say
Willing you to feel the love
Flowing from me to you….

Wanting you to remember
All the good times that we had
The laughter, the sunshine…
The perfect ease of companionship
With the intensity of emotions
Threatening to spill over….

Wishing you would take me along....
As a memory….to make you smile
As a hope…to hold on to
As a presence….to keep you safe
As a faith…..to give you strength
As a promise…to bring you back……




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January 16, 2012

Letting go..... of dreams


Its hard, really hard ….
…to let go..... of dreams….
Dreams filled with hopes ….
Dreams made of desires …..

Dreams that I’ve been dreaming
Ever since I can remember……
Dreams that I’ve always cherished
As my dearest and best friends,
Dreams that have helped me cheer up
When I was feeling gloomy and down.....
Dreams that have kept me going on
During the times I felt like giving up.....
Dreams that I’ve held on to
In times of agony and distress….
Dreams that I dream over and over,
Wishing they would all come true!

But they’re only dreams ……just dreams…..
Beyond my reach … Far away from reality…
Better to let them go   ….. let them float away…..
……somewhere far away……….
As webs of shimmering tears….
Bearing the echoes of my sighs…..
And the pieces of my heart ……
…….Far beyond recall……….

She waited......


She stood alone
A forlorn figure
Among the bare cliffs
Waiting for him…
He had gone
Promising to come back soon
So she waited…..

She scanned the horizon
Watching for a sign
Of his return – but..
The dust remained still
No stones rattled
No figure came up the hill
Whistling tunelessly.
The winds brought no word
And the birds were silent
There was no sign of him
Yet she waited…..

He had promised to return
(She knew he would)
To claim her as his own
And build a home
To share all his dreams
And make them come true
To do everything together
As they used to do….

….Sit by the fireside
   Lie counting the stars
   Hear the brook gurgling
   And the trees swaying
   Watch the rain pouring
   The snowflakes falling
   The clouds up in the sky
   The birds flying so high….
To share such moments
She waited……

A shadow flitted
Across her memory
A shadow – of her former self
With those days of fun
And carefree laughter
Running happily together
Through the woods and fields
Singing with the river
And over the hills
Walking by the sea
On the golden sand
Dashing through the snow
Always hand in hand
Crazy as the wind
And excited like kids….
…..The shadow blurred
    And merged into yesterday…..

Hair blowing across her face
She looked vacantly
At the familiar landscape
That seemed so strange to her.

Thinking of him
Memories crowded her eyes….
A drop of remembrance
From the past
Settled on her cheek
To face the winds of the future
As she waited……..

January 15, 2012

Forgotten Corner....


The first rays of the sun
always sought out the corner..
She loved waking up 
to the play of light and sunlight
throwing mingled shadows everywhere
while the rest of the room 
remained still and watched..


The glow of the lamps 
reflected in the ornate mirror,
the wicker laundry basket under the sink, 
her favourite chair...
the chintz prints on the wall, 
the frothy lace curtains,
Her frilly, feminine room......


Familiar things in their places 
gave her a sense of comfort,
a calming, soothing feeling 
that blended each day into the next...
A belief that nothing had changed 
and every thing was the same...
Yet, everything had changed.....


They had gone, husband and children,
leaving her all alone...
Trapped in a world of memories 
where only the past existed,
without any present or future, 
where her mind continued to move
between the shadows and light......


Inspite of being left behind by life..... 
In a room forgotten by time......



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January 7, 2012

Flying high


She loved heights....
Feeling the breeze...
Touching the sky...
Looking down at the world
Spread out beneath her
Shrunk and shrivelled.....

What terrified her below
Seemed trivial up here....
Peaceful silence and
Distance helped her
View things objectively....
Shape her perspectives....

She loved balloons
So colourful, so cheerful
Bobbing up and down....
Held by a single thread...
Ready to break free
And float away....

Just like her...
Hanging on to life
And counting the days
Until she would be free
Of the ties, the pain...
And drift into oblivion...

She always brought
Balloons here with her
She felt a sense of power
Releasing them one by one...
Giving them their freedom
And watch them soar.....

She knew then, that
She was strong enough
To let go of what she loved....
The people she cared about....
And watch them flying high
Way beyond her reach.....


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January 6, 2012

Silver Recollections



SILVER RECOLLECTIONS

A spray of silver
Leaping in an arc
Sprinkling sunshine
In rainbow sparkles
Soaking the skin
Drenching the soul…..

Teasing the heart
Into remembering
An era long gone….
Buried under a heap
Of new memories
And experiences….

Struggling to surface
Evoking recollections
Of an age of innocence
Freedom and harmony…
An age of beauty
And joy in simple things….

A moment frozen in time
Still…. and fluid
Lost… but within reach
Happy…. tinged with sadness
In another lifetime….
Another existence…..


December 25, 2011

What being a woman means to me




A friend called me up in the morning, wishing me a ‘Happy Women’s Day’, and I thanked her.Then I wondered what was there to be happy about? Happy in having a day in a year to celebrate as a woman? Or happy to be a woman? What did it mean to me – being a woman?


Being a woman means appearing soft and feminine, but being strong inside.

Being a woman means trying to fly and touch the sky, even when my wings are clipped.

Being a woman means loving sunshine and stars, along with rains and rainbows.

Being a woman means being sentimental and emotional at times, without being practical.

Being a woman means smiling when I am hurt and crying when I am happy.

Being a woman means taking joy in dressing up, even if no one is around to appreciate it.

Being a woman means slaving over a hot stove knowing my family prefers hotel food.

Being a woman means keeping my insecurities to myself because no one is interested in them.

Being a woman means holding on, even without hope and often without support.

Being a woman means being considered weak when I cry, and unfeeling when I don’t.

Being a woman means knowing how and when to let go – of feelings, emotions, things and people.

Being a woman means caring for the happiness of my loved ones, more than my own.

Being a woman means accepting the faults of others and still loving them.

Being a woman means knowing that each person I love is different and still letting them be.

Being a woman means having to ask for sex when I need it and to be ready when my partner needs it.

Being a woman means knowing that only my anger will be seen and not the hurt and fear behind it.

Being a woman means valuing people and relationships, more than material things.

Being a woman means finding the strength to come to terms with things beyond my control.

Being a woman means learning to be content with what I have instead of wishing for what I don’t.

Being a woman means finding happiness in the little things of life, often overlooked by others.

Being a woman means learning to look beyond words into the hearts of those I love.

Being a woman means having to work twice as hard to prove myself.

Being a woman means surrendering my dreams to let others fulfill theirs.

Being a woman means opening my heart to love, knowing it will be broken.

Being a woman means having the courage to carry on even when I feel like giving up.

Being a woman means forgetting my aches and pains when someone I love is hurting.

Being a woman means having no ego or pride where my love is concerned.

Being a woman means expecting nothing from anyone, yet rising up to the expectations of others.

Being a woman means doing what ought to be done, whether I like it or not.

Being a woman means acting out different parts, while longing to be accepted as I am.

Being a woman means putting my family before my career and ambitions.

Being a woman means getting hurt trying not to hurt others.

Being a woman means living for others inspite of being taken for granted.



So am I happy to be a woman?

I am not just happy to be a woman, I am proud to be one……… because it is so much harder!

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