Lying side by side
on a grassy hillock
I toyed with his curls
and whispered
describe me three words
you emblazon nights
she smiled
and the moon came slowly up
in all her gentle glory
bejeweled night sky watched
Lying side by side
on a grassy hillock
I toyed with his curls
and whispered
describe me three words
you emblazon nights
she smiled
and the moon came slowly up
in all her gentle glory
bejeweled night sky watched
The morning mist
kissing dewy grass
and the sunshine streaming in
reminds me of the boy I loved
the dream drapery
and the glistening sequins
upon the water
before we parted
I found some papers
in an envelope
labelled ” children “
colorful memories
where letters danced,
hopped and skipped with joy
amidst little flowers, crazy birds
trees sprayed in red, green, and yellow
some drawings with little houses and ponds
stick figures that smiled from ear to ear
( really big ears at times)
and others dipped in color of love
tiny finger prints, a full hand
or feet that felt so soft and warm to touch
first splashes of crayons ,
lines, shapes , words
spidery wisps,spirals and
then a little bolder ones
drawings with labels
action figures , family and friends
animals and birds
a little train
chugging down the track
A child’s kaleidoscopic world come alive
abstract, magical, surreal
I smile fondly and remembered
when he tiptoed to the fridge
looked around and quickly
taped a new art , (watercolors dripping)
waiting to be discovered
by me
that precious moment
when I hugged and kissed his masterpiece
and his eyes twinkled
with a feeling of joyous pride
those days they never come back
but they leave their imprints
in rainbow colors fragrant with love
5 am wake up call
(I wish I could put that darn bird on snooze)
look out of the window
no sign of the slumbering winter sun
steal some extra moments in the blanket
alarm clock( groan)
(switch off ), slide out of warmth
quick shower
soft music, prayer of gratitude
time to savor the splendor
of yet another glorious day(before it ends)
inhale the radiant prana of life
exhale the impurities
breath, deep and easy
wrapped in silence
still the inner
A ritual of solitude
a pit stop for soul
first light of the sun
filter through the dewy trees
stretch like a cat
laptop blinks
new emails, updates overnight
greet the world , stop the urge to chat
switch off
Alarm shrieks from boys-zone
a reality check
door bell rings, mobiles ring,
rush hour begins
A quick coffee, breakfast for boys
hurried goodbyes
all three men out by 9
peace returns
( a brief period of solace
warmed by fresh hot coffee
and a quick peek into virtual world)
phone rings and rings and rings
(let it )
It is time for Thursday Photo challenge and this time the theme is “WEATHER” (Snow, Sun, Cloudy, Rain, Lightening, Rainbow, Tornado,…)
G.K.Chesterton once said , “There are no rules of architecture for a castle in the clouds.”
I could not agree more with him.
Clouds are my favorite and whenever I look at the sky I remember those childhood days when we used to lookout for shapes in the clouds. Times change , perceptions change and now I see much more in these beautiful creations of nature than just figures.
The first song that comes to mind when I think of clouds is Joni Mitchell’s “ Both sides Now”
Here are some cloud pictures I took last year.
I wonder what are these beautiful crows saying to each other while they watch the winter sun melt on the western horizon .
I leave you with the thoughts and these beautiful cloud illusions .
Suspended between silence and words
quiescent I watch
Someone just drifted past me
even more silently
all colors, shapes, weight, sounds lost
just a fleeting sense of being
A Relief
One can be alive
amidst this
suspended
but alive
words for once remain quiet
silence whispers
manifesting its existence
I float between two shores
two worlds
one of tangible objects
and the other
silent, unknown and hardly graspable
I yearn for an unfolding
no direction
no final destination
just a gentle swing
between words and silence
and a feeling of denial
There are some blueprints
tucked away In the dark crevices
of the workshop in my mind
Some unfinished songs of desire
A few broken melodies of pain
and some unending verses
wrapped in trauma of separation
Maybe we were never meant to be together
and were destined to move away from each other
The disharmony,
the asphyxiating silence
and a abrupt ending
We said goodbye and went our separate ways
without a sigh
but our story continued to blossom
between the earth and the sky
In different lands, in different arms
A perpetual ache plagued us
We became restless
Seek each other where ever we could
in whatever we could
Our nights became haunted
by the ghosts of yesteryear
Our days mundane
monotonous and soul less
gaped at us like bottomless pits
We began to crave
crave for some drizzle of love
amidst the dryness and melancholy
Wedded to different people
we led a difficult life
How our heart-strings
got tuned to each other
we know not
It was a rough pathway
we had carved
Writing became our passion
Through our words
we began to compose and create
visions of longing and togetherness
around us
We danced, sang, made love
with our poetry
Words took wings and
began to soar from one continent to another
Our emotions began to travel
to meet in perfect harmony
in another place , another time
filling the empty spaces
of our lives
Each moment an irreplaceable miracle
brimming with hope
and those long forgotten desires
We poured out our hearts
sang the sweetest songs
and then slowly and silently
we drifted apart
I began to hear
the echoes of my own words
All that I composed came back to me
tired, bruised, rejected
And now
I sit amidst the splinters of my dreams
with some thoughts of you
tear-stained and crumpled
folded in my lap
Waiting
Just in case..
1.
My silence stops
at the threshold of your silence
touches it softly
and for that split second
reminiscent I live
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2.
your silence drips like raindrops
on slanted window of my parched heart
and then slowly slides away
leaving a trail of memories
and
yearning
1.
A fleeting touch of your shirt
Just before we parted
Crisp lavender cotton
warmed by your heart
A fragrant memory I still carry
on my fingertips
*************
2.
In those moments of loneliness
when your silence quietly comes
and stands beside me
to watch the day merge into the night
I curb my urge to even feel its presence
lest it finds me intruding
and moves away
………………….
3.
I swirled and danced in a drunken haze
spinning with euphoria of my love for you
But now all that is left is a hangover
Memory of you
and pain
…………………