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No Rhyme Or Reason

htouching2One late afternoon, 
I lay against his chest,
His strong arms wrapping me in my nest.

‘Twas a time when I believed,
There was nothing more sincere,
Than his love for me.

And mine for him, 
For he was my world,
His eyes held the universe beyond.

As bright as it was, my sky,
Filled with rainbows and butterflies,
As happy as his smile made me..

I snapped.

I broke free, raised my voice,
Kicked around, stormed about,
Insanity, has no reason.

As Miss High Handedness
Pranced about,
He watched and left in misery.

The tide did ebb.
Senses surfaced.
I looked about and found him gone.

He’d drawn the curtains,
Blown a bubble,
Sat inside, as I watched in despair.

That sight, of my dreamy-eyed,
Debonair of a man,
Heavied my heart, though hollow.

Am I the reason?
Am I to be blamed?
Am I no princess, but a horrid witch?

I shrieked, I cried,
I scratched at the walls,
While he sat, deafened, nonchalantly.

Inside, I screamed,
That I knew that it hurt.
That once, I had felt it too.

A time ago,
Just like him,
Music eluded me too.

I’d heard no hum,
Could sing no song,
Until he awoke the rhythm within..

Explanation was unheard,
Concerns went unseen,
A love so keen, was unheeded to.

I ached as he searched,
To grab the right thoughts,
Which he lost to a gibberish of a girl.

It took a moment too late,
To know that a touch of calm
And love, would have the bubble burst.

Would apologies suffice
To sink this mess?
Would he dismiss my lunacy??

To err is human,
If I had a chance, one more,
If he’d let me in again…

I’d put him against my breast,
I’d sing him a song,
I’d whisper as I kissed his lips. . .

‘Oh but I’m the music,
That not evaded,
But was spurned away, away..’

 

-Reshma. R

Nothing spurs poetry like sadness. It helps when one doesn’t have to look for the right person to feel understood. It listens, it agrees, and sometimes, that’s all you need. 

 

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Deep Purple

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Deep purple,
Were the gift wraps,
Deep purple,
Was the art.

The man she loved,
An artist,
And she,
A purple charm.

A slender porcelain doll was she,
Clad in pink and a princess crown.
Black curls falling on her shoulders,
Gleaming eyes of a striking brown.

And right beneath,
Beneath her right,
Tattooed was a crescent moon.

On a pleasant night,
Under the full moon’s light,
Gifted by the window of her room.

Now, as she faces the sky,
And its mystery blue,
As her fingers
Caress the window pane,

An autumn leaf twists
On her forearm skin,
Marked by the sweet
Kiss of a cane.

Wounds of  fury, no,
Gifts of love.
For he was an opulent giver.

Time would sing songs
Of the love of a man,
Who made a canvas, of his lover.

His heavy blows
Turned her black and blue,
His kisses turned her red in a daze;

She bore it all,
And of it,
She painted a portrait.

Of a woman,
With pursed lips, screaming eyes,
With such beauty that pierced you so.

Of a woman who never cried,
Nor spoke; Of a woman,
Who never knew to say no.

‘Twas but a blithe encumbrance,
Wrapped in passion,
That bore on her relentlessly.

It was then tied with marriage,
And tagged with love,
That she acceded to, helplessly..

– RESHMA. R

The story of a woman whose scars were etched far too deep for the shackles of love to undo.

Not every woman is as brave as she wants herself to be. Not every woman finds the courage to fight her own war. Not every woman is loved the way she deserves to be loved.

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Acceptance

It is this, that every person yearns for, Acceptance. To be accepted without a mask, without pretense. Our confusing, mind numbing journey revolves around finding acceptance either from another human or from society as a whole. 

 

 Void

Thrust Into The Void

 

Illusioned by company,
She was impressed too soon,
Lured by the mystical strangeness,
She deserted placid loneliness.

 

 

The journey lasted
Long enough to matter,
And then, with a bend,
The road came to an end.

 

 

She was then thrust.
Thrust into the void.
Wreathed by nothingness,
A non-binding emptiness.

 

 

A lonely walk,
Than a walk alone,
She dallied on, farther and farther,
With a fear like no other.

 

 

Hollow screams.
Tearless cries.
Voiceless protests.
Aberration at its crest.

 

 

She paced on,
Till her legs could take her.
She was now crippled,
Her sobs turned to sniffles.

 

 

She searched for answers,
That lacked existence.
Her questions were born,
To remain ignorant.

 

 

More futile brooding.
Baseless blather.
Unsubstantial,unheard,
Insanity of a mind, confused, hurt.

 

 

Such is the search,
For the ultimate salvation,
Of an embracing, whole consuming,
An all encompassing acceptance.

 

 

It has no escape,
It is a loop.
If she did make it out,
She would be back too soon.

 

 

-Reshma.R

 

 

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Through Portals…

The various stages of life is like travelling through portals, each of which opens a different world before you. Going from door to door, one collects the pearls of wisdom and treasuring each experience, moves on to the next..

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Old and ashen,
A lump on the sofa side,

My eyes close to that travel,
Through portals of my life.

The first, an intricate artwork,
Every detail refined,

I walk in, a portrait of innocence,
Amazed at the pretty pictures I find.

Thirteen years hence,
Lured by dazzling colours,
I stand at the doorway,
That leads to the hall of mirrors.

Each time I walk,
I bump, I fall,
And yet, knowing I’m right,
I walked through the hall.

So full of confusion,
So full of me,
Yet my head stayed high,
For all I see is me.

The portal up front,
The most beautiful sight yet,
Pulled me to its mystic,
Its magical world ahead.

Once in, I met,
Love and passion set on fire,
And their heady pals,
Lust and desire.

Friends for years,
Memories for life,
Sweet and bitter scars,
Marked with a sharp knife.

Spent and sated,
Now a woman wise to bits,
I walked with steady steps,
To the door marked “Feminists”.

After years of big words,
It was time to sit down.
So I headed to a special door,
Inside, I put down my crown.

With a silent song behind,
And a life of purpose to live,
Found a man who assured me,
All the love he could give.

Many have come and gone,
With rays of joy and drizzles of pain,
‘Twas my little one’s turn now,
Through him, I saw the portals again.

Hence, in and out, through portals, I go,
A requiem for nuance,
Still at the sofa side,
I slowly woke up from the trance..

-Reshma. R

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Petrichor

 

 

 

 

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Have you ever had some incident in the past which you must have struggled to forget, yet it came back to you at some point in your life, hurting you as much as it did before?
This is a poem about someone like that. Someone who hallucinated about a time in her childhood that she wished to remember but also forget. 

 


A gush. A swish.

A knock at my windowpane.
Silence at whose arms I slept, was first,
Then my sleep, was driven away by the rain.

I awoke to the blistering thunders,
I awoke to the pouring rain,
In spite of it all, a desire,
I awoke, but I felt only pain.

Thoughts of a childhood summertime,
Like the lightening flash came first.
Haunting aches of those summer rains,
Like the thunder bolt came next.

Streets and roofs and tanks and pots,
With the tears of the skies did fill.
It drew me into a whirling spin,
Forcefully, against my will.

The oblivion ebbed, the rain still poured,
A scenery lay ahead,
Of a hundred things I loved back then,
A place I’d once reveled. 

Hills of pain stood achingly high.
The seabed brimmed with tears.
I stood ashore, to recall a smile,
But it was all I saw, just fears.

My eyes, they wander on,
But they know not what they seek.
Amongst the unfamiliar familiarity,
Over to the most magnificent turn yet, I peek.

My piquancy, it rises.
Twas the naked picturesque beauty,
Of a single green spot of an old connection,
Amidst the strange and howling sea.

Of all the other million things,
I hear, I touch, I see,
Twas this alone that made it past,
A past of haunting memories.

A smell that touched and touches still,
As I stand on the greens spot’s shore,
A million thoughts, like a reel it runs,
As I close my eyes to Petrichor.

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Do You See Me Fly?

DoYouSeeMeFlyI have wings.

None in the crowd around me now, can see it.
They don’t see it.
YOU could if you tried..

Look at me spread my wings,
With an alluring grace,
Open them up as far as they can stretch.
Go straight ahead, 
And towards the horizon, that you see,
And beyond. . .

To that one destination I have been flying to,
All my life. . .

What remains,  is a few hundred miles…
Before I reach my kingdom,
Before I rule. . .

I’m on my way now,
Drinking the tears of the skies,
Reflecting the smile of the sun,
Looking down upon the mighty mountains, and,
Drifting along with the clouds,
That share,
The symphony of hope. . .

I’m on my way now,
Another fogged morning you see,
But, a new dawn to me. . .

A journey to where I belong, 
A companion , if you wish,
A word lost, if you don’t,
I could take you along and fly,
Yes I could give you wings, but you should fly.

The crowd around me, they look on, but they can’t see my wings,
They don’t see my wings,
YOU could if you tried.

Do you see me fly?
DO YOU SEE ME FLY??? 

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Two little hands held each other tight….

FRIENDSHIP of the truest kind, needn’t be expressed with a lot of words, but just with few, but meaningful words…

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In a heavenly garden, stood two friends.
Two little hands held each other…
 
They travelled and travelled together.
 
Till amidst the forest, in the rainstorm,
There, they stood, and drenched, 
and suffered and pained.
 
And yet,
Two little hands held each other tight….
 
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A game played by my mind…

 

All it takes for you to forget your troubles is to have trust in yourself and God and to let your feelings out, however it may be.
One of the most common and most effective way is to keep a diary. A lot of things hidden in you, which may have gone unnoticed even to you, will then be discovered! Here is one of my dairy entry, which turned out in a way I never intended it to be!  

28TH August 2011

Dear Dairy,

What need have I to depress myself?
What right have I to trouble thy mind?
What reason have I to explain myself?
When I blinded myself to the inner peace I could find?

Thy voice brings out that peace in me,
For I go blind in the absence of thee,
I realize fire lights up in me,.
I realize its without the benediction of thee.

Words never seem enough to show,
The river of peace in me that flows,
When, as I wished, thy soul meets mine,
And eternally and forever we shine!

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All that love can do…

“LOVE is more than three words mumbled before bedtime. Love is sustained by action, a pattern of devotion in the things we do for each other everyday…”    -NICHOLAS SPARKS

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It is believed that advices can change people. Its oft forgotten that there’s something more powerful than that, the power of love, and that of the most divinest kind, can change you from whoever you are, to whatever you want be…

It amazes me when I think,

What your love has done to me,

To know that I think deeper now,

In everything I see…

Your love made me listen,

To the voice of the silent air,

It showed me the beauty in every creature,

How to smile with innocence, to look with care..

Your touch can heal the deepest cuts,

Your smile can bring the spring back on,

Your breath can get me back alive,

‘Cause your love is the secret of my every dawn…

Every sunrise brings your name along,

Wakes me up to your thoughts, your love,

Every day with you is a lifetime’s worth,

And every night that passes, I dream on of your love…

Love has made your thoughts, my memory,

Your wishes, my command,

It has made your desires, my destiny,

And your name, my chant…..

   –RESHMA.R

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On my last day…

One my last day, when i am to bid farewell to the world, I WANT TO BE…..
 
 
I want to be the one, who has done, not what the world feels right,
                                                                     but what my HEART felt right..
I want to be the one, who danced to my HEART’S CONTENT,
I want to be the one, not who sings the most beautiful song,
                                                                      but who sings the song most beautifully..
I want to be the one, who has done the best in her duty as a daughter..
I want to be the one, whom my parents will point at some day and say, “That’s our girl!”
I want to be the one who first witnesses my sister’s success,
                                                                     and also be the reason behind it…
I want to be the one, who has given the most happiness to my parents,
                                                                    make them feel that they raised me for good…
I want to be the one, who hasn’t regretted any step taken in life,
I want to be the one, who hasn’t missed any opportunity..
I want to be the one, who has wiped the tears, of the ones I love,  
      the ones who love me, and all other fellow beings.
I want to be the one, who has understood life the most,
I want to be the one to smile at every step i take,
                                                                 and also bring smiles on other’s faces..
I want to be the one, who many can depend on,
                                                                 so I can solve what they couldn’t,
I want to be the one, who shows others the joy they were blinded against.
I want to be the one who has enjoyed life the most,
I want to be the one, clearing the evil from people’s hearts,
I want to be the one, realizing the ever so overwhelming power of love the most!
I want to be the one,who makes work, part of life, not burden.
I want to be the one, to fall in love with the guy,
                                                                 who i feel complete with,
I want to be the one, who makes his life special,
                                                              as much as he does mine!
I want to be the one, to say that marriage is the best thing I’ve done in life.
I want to be the one, to speak through music,
                                                            to let my soul speak through dance,
I want to be the one, to have expressed the most through words!
I want to be the one who has made God smile everyday,
I want to be the one closest to God’s heart!
I want to be the one, not who has traveled the most,
                                                           but one who has rejoiced every moment of my travels!
I want to be the one, not with the most number of friends,
                                                           but with friends who most would want,
I want to be the one, not who sketches the most heart touching pictures,
                                                          but whose sketches do touch hearts…
I want to be the one, to once, in the least, step foot to fame,
I want to be the one, to reduce God’s work of listening to prayers,
I want to be the one, to give wings to love,
I want to be the one, God feels proud on making!
I want to be the one, making life easier for all!
I want to be the one, who enjoys the purest beauty- the beauty of nature,
I want to be the one, with a smile that removes pain,
                                       a hand that heals,
                                      a mind that forgives,
I want to be the one, with the strongest heart.
Yes, I want to be the one, the one and only one,
                                    I want to be ME…
 
 
 
-RESHMA.R
                                           
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