Friday, January 3, 2014

The Lost Thoughts

They are not lost
At most,
Ignored and set aside
To be explored
They await, inside
The depths of my minds

The most faithful of companions
I have suppressed them
For I thought, they are minions
Causing chaos within
But they are me

They are my voices
Guiding me and my need
Not to ignore and set aside
To understand and heed
To realize that inside, within
Me is my God

These lost thoughts I collect
Hold dear to me
Sometime share with those I
Hold dear to me

Thursday, August 8, 2013

I could only stare...

I wanted to know
To ask, to listen
but
Her eyes
Captured my eyes
Vacant
Far away they stare

She looks at me
No
Through me
I can only stare
Silently at her face
Her rusty brown hair,
The colour of her skin.
Is there
No hope that I see
In her eyes

Her chest
Bears the burden
Of her matrimony
Still growing
Seven months protruding
Her belly
Third one, she says grimly
I can only stare
Silently at her face

But,
Then she smiles
Despite her misery
Her pain of
Searching, hoping
(For a better life?)
Her smile took away
The sorrow of her stare
Even then
I could only stare
Silently at her face





Tuesday, April 2, 2013

The tree that you see....


The tree had been there,
Before you were there
Sprung from the cradle of life
From the lap of the Mother
It used to be a joy to the eye
Oh My!
The tender little green thing
As it first opened its leaves to the world

The tree had been there
Before you were there
Green little limbs,
Okay,
Branches if u say
Oh My!
The excitement rose in its soul
As it learned to grow in this world

The tree had been there
Before you were there
Then, there were the first flowers
Birds making love, the first fruits,
With love from the roots,
Oh My!
The tenderness filled it with a green glow
As it felt fulfilled in this world

The tree had been there
Before you were there
Then it was not this dry
Then it was full of hope and giver of life
Seeing all the strife
Oh My!
It has almost given up hope, with the last
Leaf on its branch shriveling and falling

The tree can die a death of
Oblivion in the world full of fear and distress
But
If you give it the elixir of love and tenderness,
Show it that it has been here, before you were here
It has been a savior
The tree had been there
Before you were there
And it will be there
After you are gone...

Image credits : (http://dipudevaraj.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/03/thumb3_dry_tree.jpg)

Saturday, March 30, 2013

Restless..

Restless I have been for sometime now,
Restless I will be, until
In Your arms, I know I will find peace
You may ignore me,
Slight me or hurt me,
But I know You care,
I know I may scare
But it is just my Love
I know not how to share
I myself am scared
You are rare, so gentle but indifferent
And precious to me...
And I know You care,

Restless I have been for sometime now,
Restless I will be, until

In Your arms, I know I will find peace right now




Tuesday, March 26, 2013

Courage in a woman is often mistaken as insanity

Someone recently told me that I am too independent(which is a bad thing.) ... I do not understand that.. too independent in relation to what and who? I believe that I need emotional dependence... and i crave and search for that... fearless.. even that is a misnomer... all of us have fears .. some of then which we are unaware of... i treasure that fact that I am a woman... and my expressions reflect that. Ii is tough being 'seen' as a misfit as a black sheep... and sometimes you start 'feeling' that you are.. Courage is about facing your fears, challenging your inhibitions and I believe that is what is required... 

Thursday, March 14, 2013

Sorrow of being...

I should be happy but I am sad
Mad., mad at the world around
Mad at me

I want to fly
High, touch the sky
Pulled down by
Myself I cry

Cry, cry for what?
The lose of love?
Love the way I want it
Not the way you think
The way I want it

Cry, cry for what,
The lose of time
Time of fun and joy
Not as you think it
The way I want it

May be yes,
I am petty, I am crazy
I know am not nice
But I am me

I should be me


I should be happy but I am sad
Mad., mad at the world around
Mad at me



Monday, March 11, 2013

..Untitled...


No...
This feeling of loneliness and boredom I dread
Not just dread but hate
Suffocation
It is a bait,
A bait, a temptation
To be reckless
Pulled back, restricted...
I feel
Waiting to fly away
I betray
My duties, my determination

Desperate,
I look around for words,
words, Words!
Soothing words
Of love, support and inspiration
Nought! Nothing!
Where are you?
I look around again and again
Bring me some motivation
To go on undaunted
To be, to stay 
So that I don't betray
My duties, my determination