Dryad Songs...

2011-11-11T00:46:00.001-08:00

Talk

Pause

Laugh-

A flirting rhythm.

Eloquence in silence

Intimacy of words

You wish you could

Hold on to

And stop all the disbelief!

Wake up child,

It may just be happening!

Don’t you sleep in dreams!

When in truth,

There is now a life

Better than in dreams

For once,

After really long!

2010-06-27T11:54:00.000-07:00

Music calls out to me-

its invisible hands holding me captive

in a stronghold embrace;

the sound noiselessly treads,

to nibble at my ear,

and whisper some secret sweet nothings!

2010-06-22T11:58:00.000-07:00

Raindrops
falling all over the earth
trespassing
with a kind of arrogance
raising a faint muddy smell
as it slakes the earth's thirst.

With a roar
the rain unleashes its yearning
lust flashing in its eyes
like lightening.

The sea rises and tumbles
as the breeze and the rain
attack it with all their
inner strength

Heavens exchange melodies
with the sea
rains and wave-splash
encounter mid-air
in a raucous play of
light sight and sound.

As the skies lock lips
with the dancing waves
as it reaches out for an embrace
in an orgy of sinful passion
a burning fire within is roused
and some molten passion bursts forth
in golden lava
spewing out its anger
pleading a reason
for its heartbreak!

Eraser

2010-04-28T04:37:00.000-07:00

Wipe it off!
Throw away the remnant rubber pieces
they scare me
with the possibility
of reforming those words
that they had just erased

Revive

2010-04-23T23:04:00.000-07:00

twang twang
metal twang!
a pluck of a string
some strange guitar
nice-voiced guy hums
a melody
in alien tongues.
And it soothes me
pours some invisible
hot fuzzy liquid
in a place
where once was my heart

I hear a faint beat.

Redefined

2009-06-03T12:12:00.001-07:00

With a flavour so ethereal,
inherent with enticing charm
gentle, mild!
yet viscous and wild
slowly easing out
from time's old caskets
evoking the surreal
the vintage
the romance of it all
one stir, one swirl
and memories as thick as time congeal
and then crumble to dust

all the wait ended,

you, in your rich hues

let the past to diffuse.

A new adornment-

an answer to patience;

a flair that belongs to none but you.
And suddenly what you are now-

old wine in a new bottle
is all that remains relevant.

DREAMS

2009-05-23T12:07:00.001-07:00

Dreams...

flitting across like flies

hovering over my head.

Some-pretty; and let off to pass.

Some fanciful and extravagant,

and stopped with a swat!

Insistent

Persistent

Repetitive, some dreams.

That can't be let go or stopped

that are like mosquitoes-omnipresent

gently sucking your blood

while you notice not

and on leaving

a pain sharp and biting, brought.

Multi-coloured dreams

fluttering around

wings and stings

beady eyed and black

wispy, fragile and also not!

SEARCH

2009-05-23T12:05:00.001-07:00

I seek

I look

I search the skies

Where are the answers

the visions I was promised by and by?

Something of a smile vibes with me from above

full of some secret happiness in store

I wonder if it is once more imaginations' power play

or the firs of many truths that unfold?

...and when it rains...

2009-05-23T12:01:00.001-07:00

The Cloudy skies...

They call out to something

deep within me.

What visions that rise...

from the depths of the being;

what visions now belong to me!

Eyes searching the firmament

gray, black, inky blue,

promises gift-wrapped in a bundle of colour.

As glints of light glimmer from between the folds

and clash with one another

with bellowing war cries

erupting from raging wars,

blue hits gray

black dispels them both.

Shiny tears of a wailing war-hating woman

descend to drench us in their sorrow

with plaintive tones for accompaniment.

Scary, thrilling, beyond mortal vision,

the world that benevolently hangs above

has tales, hidden, mysteriously unto itself

glimpses of which we snatch when it rains...

A dozen roses...

2009-03-22T00:03:00.001-07:00

...and a dozen roses be given to the girl

one for every virtue a woman shall need

for no more is she just a frivolous happy child

A woman has risen in her soul, indeed.

The little girl, I saw, I knew

whose nature and heart, so like mine, grew

A soul-sister, a twin apparition- call it what may

To that dear girl, these dozen red roses for her day.

Give her one rose for spirit and strength

She shall need it in the world, at length.

Give her another with a crimson soul at its core

For all the happiness and joys to pour.

A third rose, for faith, to preserve

to live the life that she wants and deserves.

Another one for hope to flutter,

forever a chant behind her fancies, to utter!

Give her a fifth rose to muster courage

To fight the odds, that on her barrage.

A sixth one, for milady, for simple joys

To love the trivial, to greed- destroy.

The seventh rose, for victory immense,

To march forth and bridge the distance.

Eighth of the roses for a resilient sense

To build up her cover and keep defense.

Oh to the girl, give a ninth one of red hue!

To spread her smiles to other people too.

The tenth rose for kindness and truth

For a compassionate ear and a character of depth.

Give her a eleventh for patience to take hold

To help keep vigil, as dark times unfold.

The last of the dozen roses, for love, gift my girl,

She will see it bloom as the magic shall unfurl.

when the crow and the dryad spake...

2009-02-25T19:10:00.001-08:00

(an attempt at free style poetry with Javits. For people like me, who haven't heard of the term- here is what you do:Each person writes two lines at a time. You name the poem in the end(which we forgot to do! :P)

He was brimming with words and verses that were so fresh in thought and vivid in imagery. I kind of spoilt it, I thought. But the exercise was beautiful, I must concede!

So here goes...The italicized words are mine and the ones that are in regular font are his. And yes, they are two separate untitled poems :D )

A dispensing machine and one paper cup;

You and I like the tea and coffee we want,

Brimming in our youth, sugar coated melody,

And violence topped with crème.

Staring at one another, staring at the machine

Choices, my dear, are always difficult to make!

Strung up like rusty violins and violets,

Simmering velvet affairs,

What is brewing within could perhaps

Tell us which brown liquid to have?

If instant kappi makes you happy,

Or chai, chai, elachi chai,

How the hell did two random people come to discuss,

The spoonfuls of sugar, in the cuppa they prefer,

And march away, never to care,

Forgotten burnt tongue,

Back to the moment, to this existential question,

Chai or coffee? Neither-nor, either-or?

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Must we in the depths of our hearts,

Burn with desires to last another day, demanding

Or sweep away, back into the days of yore

Rustling through the leaves of time

In search of freedom, that can never be ours,

In search of love and the sea.

The sea... the calm blue forgiving sea

Expanding like the moment when I first held you in my arms

And cradled my anger, my animosity

Plagued me, with your generosity.

Love- used to provide me with succour when you were around

Love? Now I question what it was all about!

And go about with life, with out

And answer, a peace of mind

Why was the meaning present-then, there, those days?

And suddenly dysfunctional- everything, everyone, everyday!

Love was once like a cherry tree,

And you came like the winter wind stealing my pride

Love has became the gutter-dark, defunct, smelly

Forgotten wastes, unwanted excreta and scurrying rats running amuck

Decaying my soul and chewing its hide, you let me rot,

You let me die…

So how is it that we define what-was?

I was no good with words; you were the one so good with them all!

Or how is this that we've become strangers in pot that boils down

Happy-i-ness to hope-less-ness

It feels so strange to just talk to you

And yet so abnormal if I don't!

Let me walk away and never hear you say again what love meant to you

For to me, it meant a bloody big deal.

I

2009-02-18T10:54:00.001-08:00

I am your guilt,

I am your want.

I am your forbidden fruit.

I am the dream you hide from yourself

I am the thing that scares you away.

I am a bit of you, you never knew, existed

I am that one thing you shall never have.

Yes, i shall remain the star you can never reach,

for you wanted just the tree tops!

Litany in Which Certain Things Are Crossed Out by Richard Siken

2009-02-14T00:08:00.001-08:00

Every morning the maple leaves.

Every morning another chapter where the hero shifts

from one foot to the other. Every morning the same big

and little words all spelling out desire, all spelling out

You will be alone always and then you will die.

So maybe I wanted to give you something more than a catalog

of non-definitive acts,

something other than the desperation.

Dear So-and-So, I'm sorry I couldn't come to your party.

Dear So-and-So, I'm sorry I came to your party

and seduced you

and left you bruised and ruined, you poor sad thing.

Your want a better story. Who wouldn't?

A forest, then. Beautiful trees. And a lady singing.

Love on the water, love underwater, love, love and so on.

What a sweet lady. Sing lady, sing! Of course, she wakes the dragon.

Love always wakes the dragon and suddenly

flames everywhere.

I can tell already you think I'm the dragon,

that would be so like me, but I'm not. I'm not the dragon.

I'm not the princess either.

Who am I? I'm just a writer. I write things down.

I walk through your dreams and invent the future. Sure,

I sink the boat of love, but that comes later. And yes, I swallow

glass, but that comes later.

And the part where I push you

flush against the wall and every part of your body rubs against the bricks,

shut up

I'm getting to it.

For a while I thought I was the dragon.

I guess I can tell you that now. And, for a while, I thought I was

the princess,

cotton candy pink, sitting there in my room, in the tower of the castle,

young and beautiful and in love and waiting for you with

confidence

but the princess looks into her mirror and only sees the princess,

while I'm out here, slogging through the mud, breathing fire,

and getting stabbed to death.

Okay, so I'm the dragon. Bid deal.

You still get to be the hero.

You get the magic gloves! A fish that talks! You get eyes like flashlights!

What more do you want?

I make you pancakes, I take you hunting, I talk to you as if you're

really there.

Are you there, sweetheart? Do you know me? Is this microphone live?

Let me do it right for once,

for the record, let me make a thing of cream and stars that becomes,

you know the story, simply heaven.

Inside your head you hear a phone ringing

and when you open your eyes

only a clearing with deer in it. Hello deer.

Inside your head the sound of glass,

a car crash sound as the trucks roll over and explode in slow motion.

Hello darling, sorry about that.

Sorry about the bony elbows, sorry we

lived here, sorry about the scene at the bottom of the stairwell

and how I ruined everything by saying it out loud.

Especially that, but I should have known.

You see, I take the parts that I remember and stitch them back together

to make a creature that will do what I say

or love me back.

I'm not really sure why I do it, but in this version you are not

feeding yourself to a bad man

against a black sky prickled with small lights.

I take it back.

The wooden halls likes caskets. These terms from the lower depths.

I take them back.

Here is the repeated image of the lover destroyed.

Crossed out.

Clumsy hands in a dark room. Crossed out. There is something

underneath the floorboards.

Crossed out. And here is the tabernacle

reconstructed.

Here is the part where everyone was happy all the time and we were all

forgiven,

even though we didn't deserve it.

Inside your head you hear

a phone ringing, and when you open your eyes you're washing up

in a stranger's bathroom,

standing by the window in a yellow towel, only twenty minutes away

from the dirtiest thing you know.

All the rooms of the castle except this one, says someone, and suddenly

darkness,

suddenly only darkness.

In the living room, in the broken yard,

in the back of the car as the lights go by. In the airport

bathroom's gurgle and flush, bathed in a pharmacy of

unnatural light,

my hands looking weird, my face weird, my feet too far away.

And the the airplane, the window seat over the wing with a view

of the wing and a little foil bag of peanuts.

I arrived in the city and you met me at the station,

smiling in a way

that made me frightened. Down the alley, around the arcade,

up the stairs of the building

to the little room with the broken faucets, your drawings, all your things,

I looked out the window and said

This doesn't look that much different from home,

because it didn't,

but then I noticed the black sky and all those lights.

We walked through the house to the elevated train.

All these buildings, all that glass and the shiny beautiful

mechanical wind.

We were inside the train car when I started to cry. You were crying too,

smiling and crying in a way that made me

even more hysterical. You said I could have anything I wanted, but I

just couldn't say it out loud.

Actually, you said Love, for you,

is larger than the usual romantic love. It's like a religion. It's

terrifying. No one

will ever want to sleep with you.

Okay, if you're so great, you do it—

here's the pencil, make it work . . .

If the window is on your right, you are in your own bed. If the window

is over your heart, and it is painted shut, then we are breathing

river water.

Build me a city and call it Jerusalem. Build me another and call it

Jerusalem.

We have come back from Jerusalem where we found not

what we sought, so do it over, give me another version,

a different room, another hallway, the kitchen painted over

and over,

another bowl of soup.

The entire history of human desire takes about seventy minutes to tell.

Unfortunately, we don't have that kind of time.

Forget the dragon,

leave the gun on the table, this has nothing to do with happiness.

Let's jump ahead to the moment of epiphany,

in gold light, as the camera pans to where

the action is,

lakeside and backlit, and it all falls into frame, close enough to see

the blue rings of my eyes as I say

something ugly.

I never liked that ending either. More love streaming out the wrong way,

and I don't want to be the kind that says the wrong way.

But it doesn't work, these erasures, this constant refolding of the pleats.

There were some nice parts, sure,

all lemondrop and mellonball, laughing in silk pajamas

and the grains of sugar

on the toast, love love or whatever, take a number. I'm sorry

it's such a lousy story.

Dear Forgiveness, you know that recently

we have had our difficulties and there are many things

I want to ask you.

I tried that one time, high school, second lunch, and then again,

years later, in the chlorinated pool.

I am still talking to you about help. I still do not have

these luxuries.

I have told you where I'm coming from, so put it together.

We clutch our bellies and roll on the floor . . .

When I say this, it should mean laughter,

not poison.

I want more applesauce. I want more seats reserved for heroes.

Dear Forgiveness, I saved a plate for you.

Quit milling around the yard and come inside.

-gh);hywdlf,

2009-02-07T09:22:00.001-08:00

Words are trying to phrase themselves right

But there's a backspace-a mind's blight

Something is crying out from the soul's inner reach

trying to break free and from the layers- breach.

What are those letters-falling random-trying to say?

They seem to make no sense- arranged whichever way!

I know there's some point- a sort of full stop

when put right in its place, a meaning would crop.

But semi-colons, commas and horrifying hyphens

Are all that dance merrily from between the sentence

Honestly it is a mere jumble, a play of random words

flitting aimlessly, jabbering like wild birds

Give me my full stop and the power of grammar

To teach them some sense, some values and order.

I want not anymore this vague mumbo-jumbo

A reason behind it all- you better quickly show!

Glass bangles

2009-01-09T09:10:00.001-08:00

Circles of glass, like prisms, burst into Colours-brilliant bright

Like a woman’s fluttering eyelashes looking up to her beloved

For that split second of contact with the sunlight!

What Poetry means to me..

2008-12-06T22:19:00.001-08:00

An intensely soul-satisfying conversation about poetry with Javits, in the cozy hours that prelude the noon, made me sit and think about what exactly poetry means to me.

Reproducing the convo here for the wealth of poetry and thoughts shared...

Javits: I wrote a Poem Sandy

Javits: Sweet Home Alabama?

Javits: very minimalistic form

hope u like it.

http://thenotso.blogspot.com/2008/12/heavy-breathing.html

i was trying hard not to get fancy

and i had u in my mind.

i mean as in telling me not to get fancy and dumb.

Sent at 10:42 AM on Sunday

Sandhya: beautiful!!!!!!!!!!!!! :)

I LOVED this!

simple straight

lovely!!!!

this is the poetry I understand and love

Thank u so much for honouring my words

but well, write to please u

dun change ur style just cos I said I din understand

tat shows a deficiency in MY understandin

not in ur writing

Javits: no, i dint change my style for you or anything. But what you told me made sense, does not mean I wont go on with my other crazy stuff. I will and I will bugg you to read that as well. As long as I dont rhyme. I dont care.

I am so happy u loved it.

after i wrote it.

i loved it.

Sandhya: chk comments

Javits: ha! you commeted thank you Sandhya! :)

you know your encouragement and critique mean a world to me.

Sandhya: thank you so much for giving me all this importance

I am flattered!

Sent at 10:50 AM on Sunday

Calling Javits at 10:50 AM on Sunday

Call with Javits not answered at 10:50 AM on Sunday

Sandhya: sorry!

accidental

Javits: thats okay.

Sandhya: my comp just hung!

Javits: oops.

Sandhya: like i suspected.... pdf!

Javits: well its not my intention to flatter you or make you go crazy or anything like that. I just respect friends who take the time to read and give me an honest opinion, you are one person who tells me - you dont like something, when you dont like it.

and thats a hard thing to get.

Sandhya: :)

Javits: eventhough it can be easily found.

Sandhya: I really loved this poem

but the previous, I cant understand tat kind of poetry

i dunno.. only simple stuff get into my head!

Javits: ha. thats fine.

Sandhya: :)

Sent at 10:55 AM on Sunday

Javits: yeah, this was something from my heart.

i think this is what my father must be going through now.

Sandhya: :)

i thought so too

from wa u have told me...

Javits: yeah :)

Sent at 10:56 AM on Sunday

Javits: someday I want to teach poetry Sandy.

lol.

Sandhya: :) i could be your first pupil

I barely know anythin abt it

I still like my rhyming poetry and my blank verse too

but well.. I'm too much of an under-10 in poetry! :P

Javits: no no

great poets wrote like you do.

Sandhya: crap! :P

Javits: seriously

i dont bull.

lemme give u examples.

one modern american poet.

Henry Dumas?

Sandhya: son of the alexander we knew? :D

Javits: PEAS

Peas in the pod
peas in my gut
peas in the belly roll
doing the strut.
Blackeyes over
blackeyes down
blackeyes browneyes going to town

FUNK

The great god Shango in the African sea
reached down with palm oil and oozed out me.

see?

hmm?

this is yet another one

YAMS

I made a yamship for my belly with my spoon
and sweet riding jelly bread kept me til noon.

Sandhya: i din understand both

chuck it

I'll never be a poet

I can only write

Javits: oiye

Sandhya: and THAT is all I ask

Javits: its not about understanding..

it never was.

i dont think anyone can ever understand everything

Sandhya: i know

i agree

but interpretation

even if it is just for the self, I'm incapable of

unless the poem is simple

straight

and with no multiple references

or sitting and sorting out every little word

I like poems that feel like silk on the hand

that come, touch you tenderly

and everytime you read, you appreciate the texture

the quality

and yet... it gives you a new kind of warmth

but it is basically a simple texture

the poems u sent now

they are like a sculpture

different stuff put together as an assemblage

like many pieces to a really complex puzzle

i need an intricate understanding of every piece to appreciate the whole.

Some are good

some are just too cpmplex and a sensory overload!

So I give up mid-way

Phew!

tat was some treatise on Poetry

Javits: ha ha

nah

im enjoying it.

keep going.

Sandhya: i'm making a blog post out of our convo

hehe!

anyway.. I like poetry of Tagore

Javits: you shud.

u do?

Sandhya: yeah!

Javits: serious?

he is freakin complex

u know

Sandhya: have u read Fireflies?

Javits: i love his work.

Sandhya: his collection of Haiku?

it is awesome

Javits: i think i have his book.

Sandhya: and I love Sarojini Naidu

and YEats

Javits: oh she's splendid.

i love her.

oh.

Sandhya: I LOVEEEE her Wandering Singer

Javits: how about Machado?

Sandhya: infact it hangs on my table

Javits: or Lo Pi?

Sandhya: *no signal

*no signa

LOL!

havent even heard of either!

I like Thomas Gray to some extentet

and I love wordworth

very classical, I am!

Javits: Heaney Seamus?

Sandhya: i LOVE caroline Norton's Bingen on the Rhine

Nopes! rings no bell...not even a calling bell!

Javits: you should like Heaney Seamus..

Sandhya: :P

Javits: oh.

hmm.

Sandhya: have u read Bingen on the Rhine?

Javits: Sufi?

nope.

Sandhya: not tried Sufi

Javits: Gibran?

Sandhya: I LOVE GIBRAN!!!!

The Prophet

from Night to dawn or smthg like tat

OOOOH!

he's So insightful!!!

Javits: yup

one of my favorites.

Sandhya: Bingen on the Rhine

A SOLDIER of the Legion lay dying in Algiers,
There was a lack of woman's nursing, there was dearth of woman's tears;
But a comrade stood beside him, while his lifeblood ebbed away,
And bent with pitying glances, to hear what he might say.
The dying soldier faltered, and he took that comrade's hand,
And he said, "I nevermore shall see my own, my native land:
Take a message, and a token, to some distant friends of mine,
For I was born at Bingen, -- at Bingen on the Rhine.

"Tell my brothers and companions, when they meet and crowd around,
To hear my mournful story, in the pleasant vineyard ground,
That we fought the battle bravely, and when the day was done,
Full many a corpse lay ghastly pale beneath the setting sun;
And, mid the dead and dying, were some grown old in wars, --
The death-wound on their gallant breasts, the last of many scars;
And some were young, and suddenly beheld life's morn decline, --
And one had come from Bingen, -- fair Bingen on the Rhine.

"Tell my mother that her other son shall comfort her old age;
For I was still a truant bird, that thought his home a cage.
For my father was a soldier, and even as a child
My heart leaped forth to hear him tell of struggles fierce and wild;
And when he died, and left us to divide his scanty hoard,
I let them take whate'er they would, -- but kept my father's sword;
And with boyish love I hung it where the bright light used to shine
On the cottage wall at Bingen, -- calm Bingen on the Rhine.

"Tell my sister not to weep for me, and sob with drooping head,
When the troops come marching home again with glad and gallant tread,
But to look upon them proudly, with a calm and steadfast eye,
For her brother was a soldier too, and not afraid to die;
And if a comrade seek her love, I ask her in my name
To listen to him kindly, without regret or shame,
And to hang the old sword in its place (my father's sword and mine)
For the honor of old Bingen, -- dear Bingen on the Rhine.

"There's another, -- not a sister: in the happy days gone by
You'd have known her by the merriment that sparkled in her eye;
Too innocent for coquetry, -- too fond for idle scorning, --
O friend! I fear the lightest heart makes sometimes heaviest mourning!
Tell her the last night of my life (for, ere the moon be risen,
My body will be out of pain, my soul be out of prison), --
I dreamed I stood with her, and saw the yellow sunlight shine
On the vine-clad hills of Bingen, -- fair Bingen on the Rhine.

"I saw the blue Rhine sweep along, -- I heard, or seemed to hear,
The German songs we used to sing, in chorus sweet and clear;
And down the pleasant river, and up the slanting hill,
The echoing chorus sounded, through the evening calm and still;
And her glad blue eyes were on me, as we passed, with friendly talk,
Down many a path beloved of yore, and well-remembered walk!
And her little hand lay lightly, confidingly, in mine, --
But we'll meet no more at Bingen, -- loved Bingen on the Rhine."

His trembling voice grew faint and hoarse, -- his grasp was childish weak, --
His eyes put on a dying look, -- he sighed, and ceased to speak;
His comrade bent to lift him, but the spark of life had fled, --
The soldier of the Legion in a foreign land is dead;
And the soft moon rose up slowly, and calmly she looked down
On the red sand of the battle-field, with bloody corses strown;
Yet calmly on that dreadful scene her pale light seemed to shine,
As it shone on distant Bingen, -- fair Bingen on the Rhine.

Caroline Norton

Sent at 11:11 AM on Sunday

Javits: wow

lovely

Sandhya: i know

this is one of my most favourite poems!

Such clarity and depth!

i LOVE wandering singers

have u read tat?

Javits: nope

poem?

Sandhya:
Wandering Singers

Where the voice of the wind calls our wandering feet,
Through echoing forest and echoing street,
With lutes in our hands ever-singing we roam,
All men are our kindred, the world is our home.

Our lays are of cities whose lustre is shed,
The laughter and beauty of women long dead;
The sword of old battles, the crown of old kings,
And happy and simple and sorrowful things.

What hope shall we gather, what dreams shall we sow?
Where the wind calls our wandering footsteps we go.
No love bids us tarry, no joy bids us wait:
The voice of the wind is the voice of our fate.

- Sarojini Naidu

Javits: wow.

i had to read it thrice.

Sandhya: i know

Javits: slowly.

Sandhya: why?!

Javits: its like mature wine.

u it in slowly

enjoy every word.

Sandhya: :)

Javits: take*

Sandhya: I LOVE thsi poem

Javits: dream shall we show, hope shall we gather

Sandhya: i've written it on the huge poster I have made on my wall

Javits: those lines touch me

Sandhya: :)

I know!!!

I dunno who A little raindrop unshed

may look to be too small,

But somewhere a thirsty flower

awaits its fall.

A little word unsaid

may look to be too small to say,

But somewhere for that one word

a heart may pray.

(this poem was written by S F Leo Christi.)

simple and sweet

Javits: whoa.

u shud read one of my recent favorites

Sandhya: send! :)

Sent at 11:23 AM on Sunday

Javits: “the offering”

when the light tinkled across the moor
i arose to light your wool
and set a sheep on fire
strung for wanting

they promised that we were led
and would be led again, right to the field
where the corpse hangs like thistledown
swinging lightly in the breeze

once on a morning cold with mist
i wanted to tackle you down to the ground
and wrestle your arms under mine
still your heart’s mad beating
and watch you try smiling at me

i tasted wild lust
the flavour on a stem of grapes
with sap thick and sticky running down my palm
and you watched and mocked and did not come any nearer

i paced the arbour with roses twined in my fingers
hair alight with wanting
but you laughed and kissed the thorns deeper,
said it was the well that needed weeding

it must be as fate wants it
for i have nothing, not even a thought
when you stand looking, and laughing, at me

it squealed and squirmed as the flames consumed it.
i have never heard such a sound
for a moment i was afraid
but it passed – the queasiness – and now i know
i have done it all,
there’s nothing else

when they come i will be ready
with a knife and a lamp and this love
that glows and lights up the dead

i can’t forget that sound
it will hurt to breathe.

Sandhya: The Fringed Gentian by Ella Rodman Church and Augusta De Bubna(made popular by L.M.Montgomery)

Lift up thy dewy, fringed eyes,
O little Alpine Flower!
The tear that trembling on them lies
Has sympathetic power
To move my own; for I, too, dream
With thee of distant heights,
Whose lofty peaks are all agleam
With rosy, dazzling lights.

Where aspirations, hopes, desires,
Combining, fondly dwell --
Where burn the never-dying fires
Of genius' wondrous spell.
Such towering summits would I reach,
Who climb and grope in vain;
O little flower! the secret teach --
The weary way make plain.

Who dreams of wider spheres revealed
Up higher, near the sky,
Within the valley's narrow field
Cannot contented lie;
Who longs for mountain breezes rare,
Is restless down below --
Like me, for stronger, purer air
Thou pinest, too, I know.

Then whisper blossom, in thy sleep,
How I may upward climb
The Alpine path so hard, so steep,
That leads to heights sublime?
How may I reach that far-off goal
Of true and honored fame,
To write upon its shining scroll
A woman's humble name?

disturbing poem! but beautifully worded

i paced the arbour with roses twined in my fingers
hair alight with wanting
but you laughed and kissed the thorns deeper,
said it was the well that needed weeding

LOVED those lines!

Javits: yeah

the poem is by Natasha Hemrajani

Sandhya: ok...

did u like this poem I sent?

Javits: im reading it still. :D

I love the imagery here.

Sandhya: :)

Javits: makes me want to go to the place described.

but im afaird u know.

Sandhya: i knowwww

Javits: i love frost.

i love Longfellow.

Sandhya: and I LOVE last part

then whisper blossom in thy sleep...

cos tat is like my motto in life too

when in self-doubt, I read tat

Javits: hmm.

so u posted?

the conv?

Sandhya: naah

typin

Javits: lol.

Sandhya: not the convo

Javits: then?

Sandhya: the edited version

u know

Javits: cool

Sandhya: actually I'll just post the whole cono

Javits: not my name.

Sandhya: hehe!

AND So.. this post was born! :D

WHY CAN'T I SMILE IN PEACE?

2008-11-27T20:28:00.001-08:00

(dedicated to the victims of the Mumbai terror attack and all others victimized by terrorism in today's world)

I wake up in the morn,

wanting to smell the rain

But instead of the wet mud

I smell blood stains.

I wake up in the morn

wanting to hear the church bells

Suddenly some bombs explode

singing the death knell.

I no more can go to the shops

and ask for my chocolates and gum

Mom is scared and worried

and dad says the terrorists will come.

I hear grandma talk of freedom

how she bravely fought for the cause.

but when I look out of the windows

she screams, all angry and cross!

I seem to have no streets

to run and play and fall!

There is no place to cycle

no place to hide and crawl

I am a little kid of seven

with her book and toys and doll

Why can't I smile in peace

It is my world too, after all!

2008-11-27T11:20:00.001-08:00

empty eyes...

deep pangs of longing

a search

an emptiness

a forever road.

life :)

2008-11-02T04:37:00.000-08:00

life, some proclaim is a vale of tears
life, some say is just what you fear
but life, oh well, in truth, dear
is what you make out of it here!
:)

2008-09-26T04:23:00.001-07:00

Entry
Eyes meet
Smiles
And there was Light!

2008-09-26T04:20:00.000-07:00

I fought with my emotions, to forget those memories.
And they haunted me still, leaving no room for calm.
Cruel coincidences, staged perfections
All dancing their alluring dance
And trapping me into their trance.

...and when it rains...

2008-09-26T04:19:00.001-07:00

And the storm clouds gather, huddling in the sky
Dreams erupt, with a roar and a cry
Eyes light up with the ethereal shimmer around
The soul wakes up to the rain sound.

...and when it rains...

2008-09-26T04:18:00.000-07:00

…and out pour in frenzy
a million droplets of rain
each with its own story
singing out its strain

as the droplets fall forth
each story enmeshes with the other
the varied voices fusing
in a single pitter-patter!

Raja's memories...

2008-08-06T08:48:00.000-07:00

Memories...
Stashed off in mind's remote corner
Reawakened...
Years later
When an eager granddaughter
knocks on its doors!

winks

2008-07-23T09:18:00.000-07:00

Entry
eyes meet
smiles
...and there was Light!

...

2008-07-21T22:42:00.001-07:00

the very dream that you created
wisp after wisp,
vision after vision
crumbles...
to a million pieces...
The once sweet...
lies in smithereens
Past's sole glory
present's bitter pain
numbing
killing
reminding you time and again
of a cold icy failure

how?

2008-07-21T22:40:00.001-07:00

you are not as great and infallible as you think
there are other perspectives than your own
life may not give you everything you ask,dream,desire
there may be other roads open
while roads you want shut close
there are oceans ahead
and you stand alone- no ship, no sails
you need to build your own boat
you got no time
you are alone
there is help at hand
yet you are alone
the sea rages ahead
and time slyly smiles
a li'l trick of the mighty one above
a trick to test your skill
how far would you go
how deep do you want
how much would you sacrifice
for one persistent dream?
for one moment of ecstacty?
how much would you trade for
the one epoch you dreamed about?

A LITTLE...

2008-07-21T22:08:00.000-07:00

A little more of sunshine
A little more of smiles
A little less of tears

A little more of truth
A little more of light
A little more simplicity

A nicer brighter dawn
Let a sweeter world, it be, if it can
Lots more laughter,
Lots more cheer
A little less of strife
in this lifegoo
Is all I ask you
Oh God, grant this prayer!

A REASON TO SMILE...

2008-07-21T22:05:00.000-07:00

Give me a reason to smile
They don't come on their own anymore
You don't give up on fantasies as you grow old,
Fantasies give up on you...
for turning into one more of th world men!

And then you find no reason to smile
There's nothing worthwhile anymore
dreams-you know may never come true
and love and laughter are so momentary!

What stays? You ask and ask again!
Oh.. but only this emptiness and search!
I need a reason to smile again
To trust more wholly
to live more heartily
to smile the smiles again!

A dream...

2008-07-21T22:01:00.001-07:00

A dream it was
A perfection
A moment for expectations to rejoice

A flutter of hope was born
To take wings to soar in the sky
Clouds float by
The wind buoys it higher

Wake up
Only a dream it was!

WEIRD WAYS

2008-07-21T21:59:00.000-07:00

It's weird... this life.. this everything

a vague attempt to wait..
patiently
endlessly
for what?

We know not!

I seek
I seek
I seek again
blindly..
without a goal,
without a reason!

Why this perennial search?
Why this painful wait?
And for what, I ask again!

I wish i knew.
I wish I could
get to propel forward.
Gone is the hope
the faith, the trust

The world cruelly snips your wings
and asks you to fly!

Ramblings of an over thoughtful analytical mind!

2008-07-21T21:55:00.000-07:00

so many wants...
so many dreams...
wish i could turn back time!
and show myself how things could be done better!

wish I could erase some memories
not the bitter horrible ones
but the absolutely perfect sweet ones
which haunt me
reminding me of better times
...a better existence
a life where things happened
stagnation was non-existent
in fact- obsolete!

Those sweet memories
of fulfilled dreams
of cherishable times
of pink blue green lights
rainbow ends
and starburst skies

whither has gone my moonbeam?
to make everyday and night a wonder to live through
the pink glasses- come back again!
to make me love this life as before!

**************************************************************************

One day the weight of expectations will sink in you... and you find that you don't have it in you to carry the load!

Burnt memories flash as embers,
forgotten dreams smirk,
killed hopes haunt you as ghosts
nd you want to cry and drown them all...
and well...

YOU CAN'T!

...and a deep gnawing ache bites through your soul!

2008-07-20T00:42:00.000-07:00

Not all dreams come true! Especially the ones that your heart deeply desires!!! Someway or the other, life snuffs them... and deals the death knell to it! And then...

the very dream that you created
wisp after wisp,
vision after vision
crumbles...
to a million pieces...
The once sweet...
lies in smithereens
Past's sole glory
present's bitter pain
numbing
killing
reminding you time and again
of a cold icy failure

2008-07-20T00:32:00.000-07:00

White lies to hide almost white foamy disasters,

A big wave of meaning to the ripple that was life

A big excitement to mask mundane life into oblivion,

A thrill-unable to be expressed to the world,

A hidden horror beneath it all- unable to string to words,

A lovely deep gurgle of joy- inexplicable for want of strength,

Life on a new plane- a new recreated self,

Rebirth-a nice new novel way to prolong survival

A new vision, a new purpose and a new dimension added to existence

YESTERDAY PAYS A VISIT…

2008-07-20T00:31:00.001-07:00

Been here, done that!
Life repeats here and there
A recap of yesterday’s events
Rehashed into today with a floss
A long ago’s time
Fills once again,
Today’s pages are sprayed,
With yesterday’s olden sunshine

Words from the past revisit
To flush into the present all of a sudden;
A vague memory awakened…
A forgotten thought yanked…
A new fragrance added to the flower of life…

STRANGER IN A KNOWN LAND...

2008-07-20T00:17:00.000-07:00

*written on a change of college bus*

known faces, strange looks,
Well-trodden paths, unknown nooks
Known destination, unfamiliar sands,
A stranger, i've become, in a known land!

2008-07-20T00:16:00.000-07:00

A whip

A slap
A delve with a knife into my heart
Couldn’t have hurt me more
Than that one word from your lips

I

2008-07-20T00:09:00.000-07:00

I’m a leech
Clinging on
To old memories
Broken bangles
Forgotten tangles
Lonely wanderings
Sweet nothings
Sunshiny smiles
Childish wiles
Broken hearts
Their scars and marks
Joyous times
Nonsensical rhymes
Little boats of thoughts
Streams in and out fast
Divine presence
Unknown silence
Lovely gurgling laughter
Lonely desolate after
Holding on to past
As day after day does pass
Can’t let go fast…

CITYSCAPES…

2008-07-20T00:05:00.000-07:00

I sigh
It’s been a weary day.
My limbs are aching
Hunger comes in the way

My bus goes on its rickety journey,
Back to where there’s food and rest waiting
I look out through the window,
Lifting my droopy dead eyes, out into the city
Out into Chennai’s cityscape
Painted; at the same time alive
Buzzing and peaceful
Going about its work…

The sky is all gray with clouds
Outside looks so much better a place to be!
The earthy-rain smell makes me go high!
I smile, I relax, I look out and see…

There the wayside tea-shop sales
Are roaring on, like the gale.
The brown concoction steaming,
Creating abstract art forms
On the canvas of air.

There the lady with the pink umbrella
Stands, awaits the bus.
The evening sun is setting down
And home beckons with its work and fun

Here the lonely cycler walks,
Looking at the beautiful world
Drinking in delight, its golden beauty.
“Ah sometimes it should just be nature and me!”

There the beach stretches along
With a thousand hidden pearls
And secrets, well kept.
Its echoing waters call me,
Its waves lick the ground
I look and the blue expands,
Expands… till I can see no more!

There the beggar woman sits
Black eyes, looking out to nothingness
All around her, lives go fast…
Her life is filled with nothing but the past!
She cries and begs for a coin,
The beauty of the world, notwithstanding!

My city, in its shades of green,
Its shades of grays and blues and pink!
In shades of black and brown and more,
Stretches ahead on my road.

I see it now; I’ve seen it before,
Yet, it’s got something new in store.
Every time, a jolt of pain, a bloom of joy,
Life here makes you laugh and cry!

I look on outside, at the cityscape,
Tall buildings, hut, sun and rain!

Eighteen going on Eighty! :P

2008-07-19T23:40:00.000-07:00

Am I girly or a granny?
Oh god wont you tell me which?

I feel confused and irritated too
And when I’m called mother, I go ‘Boo Hoo’.

What in the world do these people think?
How can I change from granny to girl in a wink?

It’s funny at times, but mostly hurting,
My tear glands are full, readily spurting

Sister, mother, granny dear,
“So early?” the girl in me fears.

Can’t I be just me- plain simple me?
Why can’t everyone just me, see?

God, bringing your power, intervene.
Make me a girl, a pretty queen!!!

:)

2008-07-19T23:36:00.000-07:00

Sitting in idleness
Sometimes, I feel
This life- in retrospection-
A mixed bag has been.

Eighteen years-
Not long, nay!
Too short a span,
To judge, maybe.

Nevertheless, as I look back
A few moments, good and bad
Come alive, for seconds few,
Rewind and play again, I do!

Funny- this way I live again,
The dread, the glory; the joy, the pain.
I feel the myriad feels, I felt ago,
As if they happened now, just so!

Flash back seems so nice a way,
To go back to the past, from today.
Then stop, forward, on I go,
Dream away on future in tow.

This life- a journey of joy and pain,
A lesson- once taught, never again.
This birth- a disguise in offer,
To learn about life, before the coffer*.
This body- a form giving refuge
To the spirit from a grieving deluge.
This soul- a mysterious entrapment,
A perennial question, a divine fragment.
This mind- an unfathomable expanse,
A practical figment, an intellectual dance.

This life- a miracle, a journey onwards,
A lesson once taught, a victory cornered.

Eighteen summers gone, eighteen autumns seen,
Years waiting to come- a surging dream.
The wishes, the thoughts, the heartbeats, the desire,
The unquenched glory, the passionate fire.
Waiting for their dawn to come their way,
Waiting for life to unfold each day!

Twilit Traverses

2008-07-19T23:28:00.000-07:00

All the sky is mine
And all that’s beyond.
My life seems enchanted
Drenched in a dream song
I am out to work and conquer
And fill my days with blossoms
Of renewed hopes and ties!

I am a victor
I cannot fall
I hope, I dream, I conquer
The sun just yonder, will soon rise tall…
And spread the rays of The Master
Beneath; on humanity-all!

The world will gape my power,
The world shall love and praise.
All the world’s at my feet,
Victory fills my days.

A sudden look at the sky
A sudden budding hope.
All doubts vanish in a second,
A miracle sows its crop…

‘THE’ girl

2008-07-19T23:20:00.000-07:00

I walked around aimlessly,
With nothing worthwhile to do.
Feeling exhausted yet ready for excitement,
I stood without a clue!

What am I doing?
Killing time mercilessly?
I wondered and then stopped,
For my eyes fell upon a dancing girl,
Who seemed perfect and flawless!
She had a mouth blooming with smiles.
She was a beauty to behold,
A masterpiece painted with passion.

Her self was all a-hope,
Distant dreams she wanted to bloom
Her dance was one- bewitching!
Full of grace, style and beautiful moves.

Oh! How perfect she seemed,
As I stood in awe and rapture,
What a great person, she is,
The Creator’s one great creature!

And then it occurred…
After so long…
That, that perfection,
Was this very soul only!

Well, if only everyone thinks the same\!
Why should, God, I blame?

ANEW…AFRESH…AHOPE…

2008-07-19T23:15:00.000-07:00

Oh! How dead and stale is Life.
Past was sprouting with beauty.
The present seems dull and dark.
All that stretches ahead in future,
Seems to hold no light, no spark!

How dull, drab, uninteresting!
How spiceless, how void!
Life just seems a stretch of days,
Of happiness-devoid!

Suddenly a kite emerges,
Out of the fluffy white clouds
Struggling with the gushing wind,
Against all odds –fighting it out!

A riot of colours dancing in the air,
Splotched in beauty and full of dare,
Courage, attitude and strength of mind,
All and more in it did I find.

Oh! Being alive did I not know,
Courage and perseverance-how to show!
It took a little kite to teach me,
“Life is tough-fight it with glee!”

A RAMBLE IN THE GRAVE

2008-07-19T23:14:00.000-07:00

Sudden footfalls inspire,
The cold wind to chill the bones.
Was that the sound of spirits?
Walking out of graves to roam?

Eerie silence suddenly prevails,
The rustle of the leaves echoes.
Leaving no hope for calm,
Fear in the mind it sows.

The cobwebby stones emerged,
With an elegy to sing in praise,
The long dead man rests,
Unknown of how much he is loved.

Maybe sometimes he does come out!
To see those faces stained with tears,
And weep alongside and mourn-
He for them and they for their dear.

Out ahead looms,
The graves of all ‘dead’ souls.
Dead are they really?
A sudden doubt rolls…

She...

2008-07-19T23:13:00.000-07:00

She slowly opened her eyes and beheld the world,
Oh! How splendid and bright it is to be alive!
Her father had not wanted the girl,
Her mother had thought the same.
And together they had tried to wipe,
From life’s pages, her name.

But, oh, the poor girl did survive,
As a crippled lame thing,
Escaping death by a whisker,
A heavenly blessing?

She grew up amidst dislike and hate,
She remained unloved, unwanted.
A lonely heart amidst her kin,
A limping servant maid.

“Your birth brought us no joy,
Let your parting, a lakh, pay,”
Her father had fixed a sixty year old groom,
The girl refused, ran away from ‘home’.

A gang of men waylaid her,
She tried to save herself.
Once more the heavens helped,
A bus stopped to take her to town.

There she worked, she earned, she found her lucky dame,
Ability in her disability, won herself a name.
The girl prospered as heavens smiled again,
An honest co-worker married her and wiped away her pain.

But wouldn’t her life been better,
Had there been love, kindness and joy?
Oh mankind, give woman a right to her life,
Give her an identity other than mother, child and wife!

TO THAT GIRL CHILD

2008-07-19T23:00:00.000-07:00

~ Dedicated to all the children who lost their lives in the Kumbakonam tragedy.
*This poetry was inspired by an article written by Ramya Kannan in The Hindu

The dazzle and shine of the sunlight,
Woke her up on Friday morning bright.

A bath, a prayer, a quick book-check,
Powder on the face and beads around the neck.
Heavy bag across the shoulder where pig tails danced,
Out to her school- she ran, she pranced.

Eyes abrim with hope for that one word of praise,
For all the work done the past two days.
A joy for the morning, a joy for the day ahead,
A joy that was visible in her very tread!
The big eyes danced in hopeful light,
That she’ll stand victor and show the world her might!

She squeezed through the school door,
Where a huge crowd did throng.
Her greets to her dear friends
Drowned by the school dong.

Soon began the roll-call, soon began the class,
Soon did they recite their Tamil lines in a mass.
And suddenly that big spark did emerge,
Embracing the thatched roofs, on, it did surge.
Panic here, panic there and all ran about,
With ‘Help! Help!’ ‘Save me’ and a million other shouts.

Oh hours later all of them lay in silence,
The big-eyed girl, among them, her face-rigid and tense.
Her unburnt eyes were wide and in them could be read,
Pain, disappointment, panic and dread!

Oh dear girl! Your dreams are no more!
You’ll no more see victory, no more see a dawn!

...and may there be Light!

2008-07-19T22:58:00.000-07:00

Light,shine into the soul,
As you dazzle outside
Sweep off the cobwebs
Them that gnaw at my spirit.

Exhilarate,emanate and express
That ultimate feeling called bliss
Joy be to the world this lighted night
Let every life be filled with happiness bright!”

MIRAGE

2008-07-19T22:57:00.000-07:00

My dreams soar up,
I look up at the silver shine
All around me is beauty
My eyes fill me with wonder light

And as I shift gaze down
I fall, fall and fall below
Passing the star the moon,et al!
The wonder disappears in a flash of light

I fall on the ground
Hard on my face
I’m bruised
I’m hurt
I’m mentally pained

I look above
See no shine
No beauty either
Nothing but a blazing firmament

Burning through my eyes
Burning every fibre
Burning a hole
Through my very soul

I walk and walk
But find no calm
The mind is still haunted
By those dizzying heights
Those heights I touched,oh
For a wee moment
But what a moment that was!

And now all I have to my hand’s grasp is dull, bald and boring
Nothing to waken the senses
Nothing to interest the mind
Nothing to make the heart leap
Oh nothing save nothing, is mine!

I want, I want, I want many many things
I get few, I fly, I fall down hard
The skies are where my heart is,
The earth is where my feet!

And still the eyes look above,
Knowing that the end is defeat
My longings-so many
My dreams-countless
A few do bloom
A few fall down
I go to great heights
And see great lows
My life-a see-saw, in disguise.

Oh dear, how long, how long, I ask?
This highs and joy and lows and naught?

The soul cringes,
The heart pains
The mind is numb
The body does ache

Oh dear oh dear
Grief struck her blow
I’m depressed, beyond words
I’m oh-so-low!
Oh, Life is forever,a Mirage!

Looking within...

2008-06-25T09:13:00.001-07:00

...I find a million dreams

...a little firefly

...a gentle lilting breeze

...a never ending song

...a thousand feet dancing

Looking within...

I find...

maybe there is a meaning in being after all....

THE Search

2008-06-08T09:16:00.000-07:00

A lonely searching voice within,
Seeks to find an echo nearby.
Again and again, it breaks melody,
Only to find mocking ears.

Ears that shut down on the music
as it issues forth in sweet dulcet tones
The melancholic strain seems not to melt any listener's heart
Oh! But where is any listener around?!

The music stops, though it must go on
Sometimes a distant aching strain is traced
The heart no more can survive the isolation
Whither is the echo?!
Whither is a similar strain?!
One more doesn't make a symphony
Let the music be heard again!

PHOTO COURTESY: Bart van Slobbe on Flickr

rains...

2007-07-12T08:28:00.000-07:00

For what loss does the rain bleat
in painful sinuous tones?
with sudden shudders it sighs
and glinting eyes growls?

2007-07-09T07:32:00.000-07:00

...and when it rains...
i think of them lost verses...
of those lost words...
of all those lost dreams that come back as the grey falling rain...

Thoughts/Thoughtless

2007-06-27T03:36:00.000-07:00

And the world moves on...
Without a care
after all the stares
No reason why it should stop to mourn.
There are others who'll live
and yet others who'll die.
The dead remain, but in passing memories
And at all other times we think not
nor do we care
Oh! What stones we must be
to not bleed at another's tears!

Untrustworthy

2007-05-01T03:47:00.000-07:00

Who do I trust
and who do I not?

This life is a mystery,
a puzzle, a con!

A big drama to save-face
A big dream of love and grace
Reality strikes and deals hard
a slap across your face

Olden goodness, old-world charm
Now exists grudge, revenge and harm!

Innocence gives room for the cheats
to leave you stranded on the streets
No one to trust, no place to run
The game of deception has just begun!

Further down- more filthy souls
Makes you shirk away from the potholes!

A confession of Confusion
An unconquerable desolation!

Life moves on with more tears to follow
Today I wait- scared- for the morrow!

Whither?

2007-04-05T05:37:00.000-07:00

Whither has gone my sunshine?
Whither have gone my dreams?
All the rosy-reds have turned white!
The brilliant ocean's now a stream!

Something's forever killed within,
I know not what it is!
A zing, a tang, an essence,a something
in life do I miss!

My rainbows have gone
and so have the leprechauns!
My crocheted fancies too
now lay withered and torn!

Bring me back my glorious days
Give me back my smiles
I know not how far I need to walk
How many more miles?

Smiles :) :) :)

2007-03-16T19:31:00.000-07:00

Could I smile a li'l more?
Now that the joy has returned
After miles and miles of dry dirt
The tides have now turned!

I see, in every nook, a shining star
Awaiting me with open arms
I see sun joy laughter bliss
Oh! The world has renewed its charms!

A million new dremas have woken from their buds
And all those old ones have been dusted and cleaned
Life once more, is on a rhapsodic song
Everything is lovely and beautiful, indeed!

PHOTO COURTESY: Project Gutenberg 'THE STORY OF MY LIFE- RECOLLECTIONS AND REFLECTIONS' by Ellen Terry

A VENT OF EMOTION!

2006-12-28T23:53:00.000-08:00

A momentary lapse

Of thought,

Concentration.

A second’s break

In human conception.

A sudden emptiness

A blank expanse.

No words flow out,

No visions scanned.

Rhymes gather sometimes

But all nonsensical.

The inherent germ of

Wisdom seems quelled.

Suddenly an outburst

A wake, an explosion.

A torrent of thoughts emerge

Seeking expression.

The pen dances wildly

In relief, in passion.

A day after a very long night,

A vent of emotion!

HAUNTS

2006-11-19T06:14:00.000-08:00

The embers of yesterday's wild fire

Still burn the fingers hot

The cool wave splash of today

Seems a balm, not!

Time and again, unwaveringly

Echoes of yesterday come to haunt

Masking today's glory

Forever a memory coming to taunt!

PASSING THOUGHTS

2006-10-15T00:38:00.000-07:00

The sky was velvettey violet early morn,

It turned a misty yellow at dawn.

In the afternoon it was blazing copper and gold.

At dusk, I saw a variety of hues unfold…

Photo courtesy: Flickr

THE SONG OF THE DREAMY DRYAD

2006-10-07T02:36:00.000-07:00

Let’s walk through the woods my dear friend,

Dwelling in beauty-wild and grand.

Let’s listen to the chirp, the rustle, the croak,

Nature is whispering tales to us both.

Isn’t that the loveliest rose that bloomed?

Bejewelled with grandeur, in pink crowned.

Oh! Let’s dance to the nightingale’s song,

You and I-merrily along.

The wild florid expanse breathes fragrance,

Filling our paths with its enchanting presence.

Let’s gather those flowers prettily dimpled,

And like little dryads play in the woods.

Let’s dream we dwelled in those treetops,

Where airy breeze and fairies flock.

Oh! My dear friend-do come along,

Let’s walk through the woods singing a song.

THE DREAMY DRYAD

2006-09-30T00:50:00.001-07:00

The distant star gleams,

On a blushing pink sky.

The world seems drowned,

In the lark’s melodious cry.

The trees are ablossom,

With dimpled dainty flowers.

The Dreamy Dryad dreams,

With her eyes gazing afar.

Little Dreams slowly evolve,

From the swirls of the soul.

One by one they emerge,

Crowning the day in gold.

The moon is all aglimmer,

As the sun slowly sets away.

The sky is a hollow of dreams,

Churned by airy hands for the next day.

The fairies flock the rippling pool,

To drink to their heart’s content.

The elixir of life-so sweet so eternal,

Flowing as dreams all along dreamt!

The horizon is drenched,

In velvet purple and gold.

The wind god plays the breeze

Singing tales of new and old!

The Dreamy Dryad beholds with

Her spirit drunk in bliss

As with a sudden sweeping blow,

The sky with stars is kissed.

Magic brewed in the sky, in the land,

An orison is played by nature’s hand.

The Dreamy Dryad whispered along in pray,

“God be blessed, blessed be man!”

Photo :Jim Warren's, 'Nature's little helper'

Dryad Songs...

Eraser

Revive

Redefined

DREAMS

SEARCH

...and when it rains...

A dozen roses...

when the crow and the dryad spake...

I

Litany in Which Certain Things Are Crossed Out by Richard Siken

-gh);hywdlf,

Glass bangles

What Poetry means to me..

WHY CAN'T I SMILE IN PEACE?

life :)

...and when it rains...

...and when it rains...

Raja's memories...

*winks*

...

how?

A LITTLE...

A REASON TO SMILE...

A dream...

WEIRD WAYS

Ramblings of an over thoughtful analytical mind!

YESTERDAY PAYS A VISIT…

STRANGER IN A KNOWN LAND...

I

CITYSCAPES…

Eighteen going on Eighty! :P

:)

Twilit Traverses

‘THE’ girl

ANEW…AFRESH…AHOPE…

A RAMBLE IN THE GRAVE

She...

TO THAT GIRL CHILD

...and may there be Light!

MIRAGE

Looking within...

THE Search

rains...

Thoughts/Thoughtless

Untrustworthy

Whither?

Smiles :) :) :)

A VENT OF EMOTION!

HAUNTS

PASSING THOUGHTS

THE SONG OF THE DREAMY DRYAD

THE DREAMY DRYAD

winks