Monday, February 25, 2013
It's as if I'm not there
Filled with hope and then despair
An adequate state of know-not-what
A blank___ a slash/ a dash- a dot.
I lie as if I am awake
And walk with dreams I can't partake
I tarry forth back to and fro
Not knowing whence I came from, or where to go.
I slowly slip into the mist
Question things I can't resist
Scribbling lines upon the fog
Conversations with no dialogue.
This limbo is my winter estate
A solemn entrance to natures gate
I'm waiting for this mist to rise
To drift along with no surprise.
Deriving life from other things
Soaking up what nature brings
And in that mediary thought
I catch a glimpse of all that's naught.
Tonight I sat under the moon
It's getting fuller all too soon
But it was nice to simply rest
And imbibe all that's truly blessed.
These days have been my saving grace
Journeying through life at a steady pace
Planting ideas like little seeds
Hoping someday to eat the fruits of these deeds.
I'm off now to return
To my dreams where I shall learn
Of places been and lives forgot
Lessons learned and soul songs taught.
Solitary on Sabbath,
Tuesday, October 16, 2012
I'm quite upset
By matters of the heart
I can't quite grasp the nuances
That keeps our worlds apart
What are these intricacies
That follow mind and soul?
And leave the heart in such despair
That questions every goal?
My journey ever seems to take
So many twists and turns
And I am left to lie awake
while quietly it burns
The fire in my heart it seems
Is one such glowing ember
But this is just October yet
What of November and December?
My 37th year I gather
Is full of matter, full of dreams
And my heavy heart is left to wallow
In penetrating silent screams.
I don't know what to do or say
Wait patiently I reckon
For answers to reveal themselves
And surreptitiously beckon.
There is one thing that I do subscribe
to the wandering life I lead
That it takes me everywhere
And fulfills my every need.
Autumn in my heart,
Harper falling leaf
Sent to me on Jan 25th, 2002. 3:52 am.
Dearest deepest darkest sea
Those nothings which you wrote to me
brought back the smell of salty sun
which the waves had gently spun.
goan greed so bright and pure
goan greed that wants some more
some more of that paradise
and the holiday disguise
the lack of my bikini
in this freezing room
is nature's way of telling me
that I'm back too soon
delhi winter is another fact
the wind has very little tact
but its allowing me to endorse
a new wardrobe for a new cause.
the office looks like a garage
its empty, messy, dead and large
times are changing nervously
and fates are forming purposely.
I wonder what I'm going to do.
I haven't any sort of clue
my future seems too far from now
2 years have passed I don't know how.
the magic beds in my own home
trap me when I am alone
the sun spills onto soft beddings
and the green barbet needs to sing
eucalyptus leaves talk in their sleep
and the wind it sometimes weeps
The guitar has lost its wooden soul
in my heart its left a hole
its strings cut me like a knife
for I am its prodigal wife.
it awaits my uncertain return
meanwhile its useless fire burns.
and harper's gone drunk and tanned
the crowded ship is so unmanned
we'll have to find the secret map
and spread it out upon our laps
find different routes to different lands
but rendezvous on goan sands
your heart, now it must be lighter
and your vision even brighter
i'm glad we caught the setting sun
amidst those days of frantic fun.
I saw the fog lift from your eyes
what doesn't kill you makes you wise
and I can see that you've returned
with battles won and lessons learned.
goodbyes we missed my never mind
another chance we'll have to find.
love and watermelons
Wednesday, September 12, 2012
This is Madeleine
Once more I have been crowned the Queen
My paper cups do overflow
With wine and chatter they do glow.
How art thou?
My cups they ask
Gently nudging your whisky flask
Thirty seven is a wondrous age
To write upon an empty page
Enter the fact in letters bold
I am thirty seven years old.
Thirty Seven years old
Thirty seven years young
Thirty seven years
Today, a birthday wish I grant
A birthday pome I lightly chant
Harper this has got to be
A glorious year, for all to see
Filled with great unravellings
Filled with greater happenings
Filled with love and filled with light
Filled with joy and beauty bright.
May your coming year
Bring you near
To all that you ever seek
May it carry you closer
Giving you a peek
Of the larger mysteries
That constantly unfold
And the cosmic ramblings
That every seashell holds
I wish for this year of yours to be
The Greatest yet in history...
Love and magic
Thursday, July 12, 2012
Madeleine my heart was heavy
it's slowly getting light
I think I am quite ready
To take that long awaited flight
I'm leaving all my troubles
and other troubles too
The baggage is too heavy
For just me and you.
I question not the answers
they find me when the time is right
For a tad bit too early, or a tinge too late
And I wouldn't put up a fight.
So let's sing and be merry
And help out where we can
I think by helping others
We'll be carrying out our plan.