LULLABY ~ A LOVE TO CRUSH..

Oh Angel of Light!
When I looked up into your eyes
Did I see pebbles of belief
Or,
Abyss of altruism!
The belief of a Saint,
Who died by the hearth
Of the One you taught us
To reside in.

The tears of a languid love.


When did u lose us?
When did we scamper away from you?
We stayed together
Three of us,
We biked, played, read and slept
Together on the clouds of a
Heaven,
In the heat
Of a scorching Land.
I wailed aeons back,
In a house that smelled of burning wood,
But I still don’t know why?


Today I wonder,
Like I wondered in your saccule
Once.
The one made of my flesh
The one that you gave me
The one that you taught me into another
To be or not to be,
But nevertheless I would want to be.


Didn’t our innocence dishearten you?
When the cold metal hit your veins,
Didn’t our soft laughter haunt you?
When you closed your eyes to sleep.
For that one moment,
Didn’t our four fair small legs
Stamp on your bosom?
When you thought you heaved a sigh of
Relief ,or you thought so!


I curse (as ever) the oncoming
Of a tornado into our shelter,
At the horizon of
Our lives, our turmoils,
And The love you gave us.
Dragging us into the depths
Of unknown unfathomable longing,
To be together,
In the home of
Standstill sunrises.


And still my feet
So small to run,
So big ,
To hold back together,
Run to you,
To hug the homecoming breeze.
Your warmth.
Your softness.
Your scent.
Your being.


The scent of the woman
I will ever know of,
As I am being flanked by a million other
Stars,
Into a deep sweet
Lullaby..


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I Will Always Love You, Whitney!

DISCLAIMER: THIS IS NOT A JIGSAW POEM FROM A WELL APPRECIATED CRANK HEAD.

Its a clear Sunday. Or so. The weather sense in my Android (Oops! Forgive my sense-of-posh, or whatever!) begs to differ. But who cares when the heart is clearer and warmer than a day kissed and loved by the Heavens above.( So much for hearing, Gaye Marvin's "Ain't No Mountain High Enough" the first thing in the morning ;) )

For all of us know life is nothing but a conglomeration of paradoxes. And even more worser for us womenfolk who have never had our heads fixed right onto where our hearts sway. I mean what is it between girls and wanting to be good and adventurously bad, all in the same life! Wait.. At the same time, rather. ( Ok now let me stop being the Famous Drifter talker, baaahh!!)

To be honest, I dont know what I am going to write here, 'coz I have too much on my platter.. And with some creep lady knocking on my door for some well undeserved money has just sent my thoughts spiralling down into the drains of reality. As murky as it can be!

So I switch onto watch my ever Favourite Whitney Houston render a strong spirited " I am every Woman" just to get that-you-know River of Soul running through my veins to make a Sunday amidst all the other dreary days look penultimately brighter!

And thats when I realised what a dent Whitney has left in the hearts of millions like me with her untimely death. A voice that mesmerised gazillion minds with its power, spirit and a sense of liberation admixed with ounces of passion. I received the tragic news on a dear friend's wedding and the rush then perhaps did'nt make the loss sink in me until I rewinded through my favourite Houston tracks now....

And man! Didnt my eyes well up... If M.J's death was a blow to the mind, Whitney's is dearthly sinking my heart into the abyss of losses that'll leave a mark forever! For those of us girls who think loving another's man tops the book of sins, try listening to Saving all My Love for You, and you'll know the sudden upsurge of guts that I am talking about, that makes it sound alright to savour an extra!

So today, two weeks exactly after the demise of a woman whose voice would make rivers stop and mountains move, whose words could even light up the deepest of gorges and our silly human minds, I dedicate a write up, to my all time Favourite Diva. Whitney, you'll always remain a Nightingale with the Prowess of the night she sings in!!!


P.S: Talk about contradictions, a memorial on a sunny Sunday. Warned you, Life is a conglomeration of PARADOXES ! ;)

MOTHER

I held the hands of
She who bought me here,
I stumbled, fell and walked
Baby feet on the wet grass,
Of the spheres of this world.
I looked up into
The rays of sunshine,
That singed the clouds of life,
And I bared a bright grin
Of a thousand absent gems,
At the angel who walked
The murky roads of creation,
To gift me here into the
Land of Light!

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THE PEBBLE

I lay to rest
A thousand maladies of an unceasing mind,
In the realms of night
Yet another one gone by.
In peace we sing then
As we float through the tunnel ,
Of a million tomorrows and their lights.
And everywhere these saints
Preachers with inky souls,
They ramble along our path,
What they ought to know
But we never heard of, Papa!

You give me in the grasp
A cold hard pebble,
Of nothing but what I lived till now.

Life and its idiosyncrasies,
Them, I clench in my fist
The ruthless joke of it all!
Yonder is the lake
Upon the silver face of which,
I saw the smile
Of a young girl ,
With the most beautiful eyes.

And beneath the waters Papa!
I see nothing but a myriad of dreams
Wept and rejoiced for,
Long back, now and that shall be.

I look at the pebble
Gleaming in its black shine,
And I look into your eyes
Nebulous in its gaze,
Little in its being.
As lurid as the thing in the crevices of my hand
Too small to hold, too big to give up.
They turn darker,
Big pupils of orderliness and kind,
As the little one swims in the joy of those rivers.

For one swift throw
Through ecstasies never felt,
The ripples breaking air
As they dance on the waters.
And so one life ends ,
Again in the lake of illusion.

And the dream wraps up itself
In the brown carton of monotony,
With a label called
Humble Harmony!




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