My Life is Beautiful!

I stand by the wayside

Ignored by those passing by

No one gives me a glance

No one spares me a thought

No one waters me

Or delights in my growth…..

I am neither beautiful

Nor useful in any way

My presence makes no difference

To the earth or the sky

No one will ever notice

If I live or if I die….

Stamped upon and put down

For daring to stand tall

Plucked out and thrown away

To let others survive

I have no place in any garden

No farmer lets me grow….

 Yet I thrive on my own

Without being nurtured

Without being cherished

Without love or attention

Without any support or care

I grow abundant and wild….

The wind wipes my tears

The rain washes away my hurts

The sunshine warms me

The dew drops kiss me awake

Giving me reasons to hold on

And live for myself….

I believe in my existence

My buds have dreams

My shoots have hopes

My flowers have life

My leaves are alive

My heart too bleeds……

Our Love Story

We never had a past

No yesterdays to hold on to

No loving memories to cling on to

Nothing to show……

For a love that began so long ago………

We will never have a future

No tomorrows to look forward to

No dreams to come true

Nothing to hope……

For a love that will never die ……..

All I have are some moments

Stolen from the present …….

Precious and treasured, for their rarity

…... A few moments of hearing your voice

……A few moments of seeing your face

Creating memories……

For a love that asks for nothing more…….

Yet the thought that you love me

Gives me the strength to move on

Without dreams, without hopes,

Without any expectations…..

For a love that will last all my life……

LIKE CINDERELLA

Riding high on happiness

On the wings of love

Fired by passion and

Fuelled by desire….

Forgetting my priorities

Blind to all realities

Living in a daze…. And

Shutting the world out….

Feeling like Cinderella

With her charming prince

Enjoying her moments of glory

And dancing the night away….

Feeling so alive

Feeling so free

Floating in a dream

Knowing it wouldn’t last….

Out of control

And carried away

On a mad, euphoric ride

Leading nowhere…..

Without any ego

Or any pride…

Oblivious to everything

But my love for you….

Until the clock struck

Rudely waking me up…

Priorities crashed in…

Realities returned….

The ride had ended..

The dream had faded…

The world was with me..

Once again….

Cinderella’s hour had come

To go back….

With a handful of memories

To her humdrum life….

Without her glass slipper

Without her fairy godmother

Without any hope of ever

Meeting her prince again….

A few moments of pleasure

For a lifetime of pain

Yet there is no regret

No sense of loss…

Our time together

Was ours alone…

The wild, magical ride

Was ours alone….

My tryst with romance

Was over….

But the ride was worth the fall

The pleasure was worth the pain

If I had the chance

I would do it again…

‘coz loving you is enough

Though I know it is in vain…..

AN APPENDIX?

Something that is 'there'

Without any use

Without any purpose

Without any function...

Just 'there'....

An appendage

A protrusion

A dead end..

That is simply 'there'.

Try to play up?

Try to get noticed?

Demand attention?

What happens?

...A swift cut

A neat incision

And...it's removed...

Leaving no trace

Of its presence...

Taking no notice

Of its absence...

It does not matter

If it is there or not

No difference....

All the same

Before and after...

Is this what I am?

For that is how I feel.

Alzheimer's.....?

memories flickering through

the mists of forgetfulness

flashing sporadically, like

fireflies dancing in the night

slipping a net over them

in a vain bid to hold on

but slithering through the mesh

that my mind had become....

trying desperately to bring

them back by clinging on

struggling to recollect...gasping

for the air of remembrance

names and faces blurring

thoughts churning restlessly

vague recollections of events

distorted by time and space

as if looking at

someone else's life

the fog rolling over and

blotting out the views

losing myself slowly

the people, the events

that made up my life

drifting away from me

moving into blankness

alone and terrified

with my sense of self

wiped out by time....

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In Limbo

colourless world

the hues left behind

in memories…

an incomplete dream

pricking at the eyes

and flowing away...

an unfinished story

at a crossroad

waiting to end...

trying to move on

but unable to

life in limbo…

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Out of place

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I find myself so out of place

in a frenzied world always on the go…

people afraid to sit still…

scared of silence, with no desire to be

alone with their thoughts…

talking about a lot of things

inconsequential facts and figures….

making a lot of noise with words

having no depth or meaning….

the mad rush to reach somewhere

do something, be someone….

with no time to spend or spare

for things that really matter…

How I wish I could just walk away

from this dramatic show of life

into a world of shadowy light

filled with magic and mystery

birdsong and balmy silence

surrounded by rustling trees

glistening with misty vapours

where time is in no hurry to

meet deadlines or reach goals

 to just stand and look around without

the need to rush about, trying to fit in

a world where I do not belong..

happy to be alone… and be myself..

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Pandora

Loving people who have

No need of my love…

Seeking my happiness

In keeping others happy…

Getting hurt trying

Not to hurt anyone…

Hiding my suffering

Under a mask of anger…

Always misunderstood

For speaking out…

Attempting to hold on

When tempted to give up…

Locking it all away

In my own box of pain…

Unwittingly opening it

When overwhelmed

Or in despair….

Like Pandora…

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At peace

Feeling so strange

disconnected and adrift

No longer having

the urge to talk

or open up to anyone

comfortable in the

silence of my solitude….

Taking a good look

at my own self

through my eyes

accepting what I am

not what I appear to be

Without presuming….

Without thinking…

Listening to the

voice of my heart

feeling the pulse

of my soul...

No longer tied

to the beliefs

of others….

Rejoicing in my

completeness…

Rising beyond

my limitations…

Finally at peace

with my thoughts

….and myself….

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In such a place...

It probably would be something

like this….the place

where I go to…deep

inside me….when I need to

get in touch with myself…

Where I can be alone

without ever being lonely….

Where I hear the silence speak

and feel the solitude seep in

soothing my thoughts…as they

dart here and there like

restless birds in flight….

Where I remove the cloak

worn in the outside world

and unleash myself to

the dancing winds…

the cleansing rains…

Where I sense the energy

flowing into me from

within….as my spirit soars..

one with the stillness

of the earth and the sky….

In such a place as this….

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