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Archive for April, 2012

I had a fleeting glimpse of that lamenting beauty- arms outstretched, pleading in vain before merciless, unyielding death.

She who smiled at many through persons many, whom I saw as happiness, cheer and enthusiasm, with a sad smile and no twinkle in her eye beckoned to me and whispered to me the name of Death.

And as I sit shivering next to my window on this cold night, sleep evading me, the open skies dark and unrevealing and the trees whispering unknown secrets, I think of her- stoic in dignity, always smiling, elegant and lovely. That was how I saw her then,loving those she lived in- poets, musicians, artists, scientists, seekers and toddlers and giving them all her sparkle and charm.

Now I see her as she is, veiled in distress, facing her journey with acceptance, knowing detachedly through her smiles and laughter that she must, one day, as her master and enemy calls, leave behind all those she loves. And yet, she herself is not mortal. She quietly leaves behind a new-born she loved, and while people grieve; she moves on to brighten another home.

It is her loss indeed that families and friends mourn. Everyone knows she will one day kiss him goodbye, and yet everyone takes her for granted.

She is all about celebration and joy, young love, about a mother’s kiss on the forehead, a tear in the eye when friends part.Her loss leaves behind a mother numb with pain as her child lies helpless; helpless to even defend himself against a tiny fly.

Is she happy or has she accepted her unchangeable nature of travel without destination?  Who can tell?

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Remembrance

I sit alone through the rain

Trying hard to forget the pain

But how can I forget you?

The only friend I then knew.

I turn to my book and song

But for you I still long

I wipe the tear from my eye;

No, I don’t want to cry.

Just when I smile and say- I got over you today

You again invade my thought

You- for whom I long sought.

The star is brighter than the moon

But farther and so forgotten soon

To walk away you did choose

So our battle you will lose.

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The Dream

Still hidden remains the dream

As promised sunlight by hazy skies,

As the moon distorted by the stream,

A lie concealed in a traitor’s eyes.

Grey clouds over themselves colours drape

Mingling with the sky’s red and blue.

So the dream swiftly changes shape

And takes on a long known hue.

A home in the faraway hills,

A glowing fire in the hearth

There’s no end to joy and mirth.

No more sorrows, no more lies

In the distance a bird trills

You smile and look into my eyes.

 

 

 

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The Thunderstorm

Her bright eyes turned to gray;

Of light she’d lost the last ray.

She shook with angry tremors,

Thundered, unheeding¬† Wind’s murmurs.

Her eyes as lightning, began to blaze

And all appeared to be a haze.

As her anguish turned to fury,

Her sorrow she could not bury.

As the world looked upon her with fear,

She wet the earth with an angry tear.

With terror turned cold the earth

And fires were lit in every hearth.

But in time, away her misery flew,

And her eyes became their normal blue.

As her spirits again did soar,

Everything was normal once more.

 

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