This Morning

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I wake up when its still dark
There is silence all around me
Except for an occasional doggy bark
It is so still that I feel what it is to just be
I sometimes lie awake reveling in this quietness
Like a comforting blanket, familiar, I rely on
I know it will be there daily, it is endless
even if tomorrow you and I are forever gone
It waits, it stays, it turns up day after day
the same silent, beautiful, comforting, promising
to a hundred dreams from night she makes way
my eternal friend this early morning......

I love waking up early in the morning when it is still so dark..... I feel so alive then!

Working Progress

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Should I write because it's the only craft I know?
Should I write every time I feel high or low?
Should I take every single emerging thought
design it prettily and with a pen soon jot?
Should I be inspired by everything I see?
Should everything mean the world to me?
That more poems like these I write away?!
Oh much better and less contrived I pray!

...... after a long hiatus..... I hope to write more often..... Poetry gives me something that nothing else and no one else gives me.... an ability to make myself happy...... but does that mean I should always write?

Where inspiration I find
My words I somehow lose
I also sometimes lose my mind
A situation that never ceases to amuse
I tear up my numerous digital pages
And save many drafts
Poems in many stages
trial and errors of my craft!

there we go two in one. Ek ke saath ek mufth mufth mufth!

Guessing Game

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Whats this burning need to know
what is to come later but right now
the gender of my baby in my womb
through a hundred old wives tales I comb
I caress my belly by calling out names
judging the response hard and lame
I think the gentle nudge for a girl
but definitely boy for the resounding hurl
I finally hope, pray and think it's best
to leave the result to time's ultimate test!

Cannot believe its three plus years since I blogged a poem. Obviously much has happened since :-) A small musing over the pleasant memory of spending many lovely afternoons at my parent's house, marveling at the wonder inside my tummy, hoping it's a girl, but never too sure. :-)

They

He - he was so smart
he had a brain in place of his heart
She - she was so kind
she had a heart in place of a mind
and They- they were perfect
one made up for the other's defect

Was telling S he was born with two brains and no heart and I was born with no brains and two hearts, and thus on a rainy Monday, we made this song together :-) The first of many to come

Summing it up

It isn't about what's not spoken
It isn't about what's not done
It's in the promises not broken
and abundant love filled fun

.... Yes that's pretty much how I describe it!

Si

The best things in life come for free
That’s the same with you and me
I love what are us and all that we share
About all else I don’t much care
But most of all I love what is same
Your first two letters are the last in my name

:-) I like the fact that the first two letters of his name and the last two letters of mine are the same, and that we can say our names together in the same breath. Its comforting in a strange way....

In Search of......

I wonder where they went astray
what reasons they had to betray
I thought we were so meant to be
their fickle loyalty I failed to see
yesterday they swore undying love
only to vanish this morn from above
oh how I wish I only had to beck - and
effortlessly in my brain they'd speck

bliss induced writer's block..... sheesh

Sweet Summon

Perhaps it is
The way I am known common
I find no greater bliss
In the way you summon
A hundred endearments
Shall be no match -for
It stirs my every sentiment
Breaks my emotional latch
In whispers, so loving
Sometimes joyously announced
Sweeter there is nothing
My name, when you plainly pronounce

Dedicated to S ..... and it shouldn't be here... but it is... :-)

A Natural Disaster

What do we say of storms that die?
Of squall strewn leaves that lifelessly lie
When the winds give their voices much needed rest
And when nature puts survival to an arduous test
Perhaps sometimes we encounter such storms
In our minds when troubled thoughts form
When the burdens of thought is too much to bear
And perspective to shreds we tear
When the idle imagination catches fire
And good sense faces consequences too dire
Finally as all natural storms do die
So do these in a good teary cry

A perspective on observing a restless mind....

Who are you?

who are you reallybehind your smile
who makes my life so worth its while
who makes all those lonely days a distant past
in who's anticipation did I really last?
....dedicated to the thought, anticipation, and being that you are.

Chemistry

I don't think we've met before
I don't think we've spoken either
All I know is that now forever more
it doesn't matter if we've done neither

.......... less said the better

Acknowledgement

The skies opened as if to say
worry not, we'll cry your tears away

I had a one of those days moment last evening after ages (2 months), when I finally allowed myself to feel angry and cry. This morning as I stepped out of my house, faced the lovely ocean and cast sky, a downpour started as if to assure me all is fine. Nature is not called mother nature for nothing.

Father Figure

Larger than life

deeper than love

my saviour from strife

I find peace in your grove

an ocean of relief 

your presence is

a perennial belief 

that life is bliss

your comforting voice

will din my every scream

save my grace and poise

in finding my every dream

I promise to try my every way

to be like you in life some day

I dream of being like my Dad some day soon..... 

Umbitter Lust

Be it dawn, noon or dusk
My senses seek your magic musk
In your absence I often think
I will reach insanity's brink
To taste your adult flavor
And its richness for moments savor
So often have I tried to sneak
To have you in my moments weak
If from you I have to abstain
No other company will I entertain
I profess my love most true
To you, my umber bitter brew!

And you thought .... ;-)?

Addict's Verdict

Some habits like people I want for keeps
Where absence is all that makes me weep
Rain or sunshine, my Sundays ain’t same
Without my caffeine fix, the mornings’ so lame

I love, hug, kiss, enjoy, and cherish my coffee... and if its from my mom's kitchen, freshly brewed degree filter coffee, I love it ten times more...... I can go without food and water but never my kaapi!

I sometimes recall my gypsy days

When I was content in every way

the days I drank just rum and coke

the days when I was happy and mostly broke

wearing dreams like my flouncy skirt

and an attitude quite immune to hurt

though I drifted and wandered about

I stayed the same always no doubt

later I outgrew my gypsy garb

But I didnt do so because of any barb

I have realized what I love about me

Is that at heart a gypsy I'll always be

The gypsy in me shall never die! This is one quality I love about myself :-)

Disciple's Woe

To defend you is insult enough

but to not is even more tough

I wonder how to let it go

to not tell them what all I know

A mind ahead of your times you were

A storm of the highest did you stir

Very often when I talk about my favorite teacher Osho, I am more often than not confronted with his media made image of a sex guru. People who haven't even read anything about him have told me I have warped my head by reading his works. To defend him is such an insult to the man who said courage is the crux of everything - love, trust etc... and who also said "dont follow me." A man and mind ahead of his times.... I wish I could have experienced his presence atleast once in my lifetime! I am so grateful to my parents for introducing me to his writing.

Abridged

I think it not we drifted apart
but built an endless bridge heart to heart

I don't think I can ever break or burn bridges..... distance( in the heart & mind) makes the strong and mature heart build spectacular and everlasting bridges. I am mapped to everyone in my universe by these bridges.

Closure

To shun, shut or shirk

with me would never work

from casual to formal

so suddenly isn't normal

my heart lurked in danger

in accepting you as a stranger

but as absurdly honest is life

this hasn't been a strife

Unknown hidden some where

Did I have strength to bear

that what was we is dead

I found closure in my head

Don't look for closure when it's in your head darling! 

Menagerie

To some I listen to some I dont
For some I'll kill, for some I wont
With some I'll laugh for some I'll cry
To feing interest in the boring I'll try
For a fewer few I bother to be
Nothing less than perfect me!

My life is so exotic because of all the people in it. I have tried many times to think of one person I dislike and have never managed to identify them. Our equations may have been less than equal, but even in the inequality there is some equal :-)