Relation ...

Written for http://magpietales.blogspot.co.uk/2013/03/mag-159.html

I am afraid of your scientific mind;

I am frightened

that if you give me finite answers

there would be no space

for hope

for daydreaming

for yearning

for longing

for my search of myself

in you ...

So let it be vague,

abstract,

like eternity

like an ocean; 

Do not try to find the imprints

of moments

of memories;

Let it be the whisper of the waves

amidst all other noise!


 

 

Rain ...

You stayed inside the house
guarding your peace.
But I had nothing to lose
So I came into the rain
and danced to the end of its alley. 

Rain
I didn’t know earlier
that you could have wings
and that I can fly with you! 

Rain
cover my agonizing veins,
whisper me your secrets,
I will collect your words in my palm,
tell me that I am the lover you dreamt of!
Let me touch your toes
and play with your tendrils.
Tell me you have come to lick my sores.
Caress my insomniac moan with your fingertips,
go round around me,
run after me,
settle in me.

Rain
Let me bear you a child.



I will surrender only to the Rain....

... ...

Beloved moments

Please stay;

I am frightened.

What if you aren’t true?

Stay with me,

keep touching,

take my hand and be close.

I am afraid.

Hold me

the way 
near ones hold the dead at a cemetery.

I fear

this moment also might be

 false

like those endless yesteryears

like the uncertain timeless future!

 

Envy ...

Envy - the illogical emotion ... 
written for - http://poetryjaam.blogspot.in/

I swallowed down 

the jaded green colored envy 

that was tossed from under my door

like a love letter, 

and I wondered what’s so green about it!

A dark dismal disturbing jealousy

screamed out from a

 bleeding red and orange flame of pain 

and I struggled to simmer it down

swallow it down

grin it down …

if only I could have forgotten you,

and if only love hadn't been a  fragile origami dragonfly,

I would have heard the sober olive green whispers  

I would have heard the enchanting secret of the magnificent forest green!

If only … 

Sometimes ...

Sometimes,

just like that

I open the suitcase

and unpack that gloomy loneliness

and my moods.

They sleep with me all night

I hold my companionship tight.

Do not call me a lunatic,

say it differently,

call me a poet.

Do not call it a sin

for I loved the wrong man;

say it differently,

call it the unknown error of my life.

Beloved

If I call you my beloved …

… Will you promise to open the window wide

and let me hear your melancholy notes?

Will you make a collage

of the restless stretch

between that coffee cup

and the steering wheel

 and the

desert flower?

 

If I call you my beloved …

… Will you let me live

even when I am dead and gone?

Ageless ageing ...

 

A few days ago it has been my birthday and among the warm wishes, I have realised that it’s really okay to age  :-D.

Until recently, it was exceedingly annoying to me to even hear the word ‘ageing gracefully’! The primary instinct has been to grind my teeth and yell, “Who the hell wants to age in the first place? I definitely want to stand up and be counted, look good, feel fit, be admired and wanted – especially after I have hit and crossed that significant number 40!”

But now when I look back on my years, I feel so very grateful to have lived the life I’ve lived. Whatever I have done, I have been sincere and genuine. When I loved I went overboard; when I didn’t, that too has been with equal depth of aloofness and dispassion. It definitely has never been a perfect life; there have been painful freeze structures, scenes and episodes that I would prefer to clip out yet they are the one who made me.  And so, now, I love the mirror and all its appendages like the wrinkles, the sag, the flab and the scowl.

One more great thing that has happened to me is my blog. A few years ago I started blogging with vengence! I pampered my blog like my baby. I wrote fast and furious. I wrote about everything - my reality, my imagination, my life - things that happened, things that might have happened, things that I longed to happen ... and as I write this it's bringing a smile to me ... I survived because I wrote, because I had my blog. My blog has done more to me. It has given me friends who never expected anything in return. Isn't that something wonderful that can happen to one?

And as for ageing gracefully, now I have realized, healthy aging requires an internal shift. Because you know in your heart of hearts, that your true value lies within. Age has given us wisdom, experiences and freedom from the superficial and I am sure we wouldn’t like to trade that in for anything. Age is more about giving and less about receiving so it has made us better people. Now I know I can tell age – “bring it on! I plan to live you even more fully, vigorously, arrogantly until the day I take my last breath.”