Archive for October 31, 2018


S M I L E





smile




let us walk,

knowing not the paths ahead,


let us talk,

knowing not each others tongues,


let us breathe,

the simple joys of life,

away from shredding strife,


so, take my hand,

in yours,


and let us walk and talk,


through many tears,

and an occasional smile,


as we walk on,

and on,


past our final mile…





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Why, they ask her,



“why him?”.


She tells them that the day she met me,



that day when we laughed and when we spoke,

.

she felt, for the first time,
that all she needed to be,



was herself.




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the palette of dreams …





straining to hear

the thud-thudding of your heart


amidst this cacophonous crowd.



so

i close my eyes


and

i see you


floating on clouds

unfettered

free to just be


your wings spread proud

unclipped


skipping

hopping

across sunbeams


sketching your open sky


bathed in

colours vivid

alive


fiery

earthy

warm

fierce

gentle


each 

brush stroke


infused with hues


from 

the palette of your dreams















Mother natures’ Thread …



Meandering,

skipping over,


bubbling through the streams’ flow,

the grotesque gaudiness washed away,



if we only,



hop, skip, peacefully tread,

on the path unbeaten,



the course nature embroiders us together,

thread by echoing thread …




I don’t know why the comments keep disappearing so thank you Neha and Christopher once again in the event my responses don’t appear.




travelling a new path …




Walking through the thicket, nettles stinging our hearts,


ever on the lookout for pathways of promise, yet forever treading the beaten track.


the hands of fickle time, jabbing these bodies, our shells to continue on ahead,


passing myriad alleyways of beckoning promise, a different course to chart alone,


though thorns dig deep, we persist, blindly trudging this dreary old way,


study hard, work harder, get married, have kids, buy a house, pay off the mortgage, babysit the grandchildren, develop illnesses, totter unsteadily on walkers, lay bound to our beds,


the well-travelled alleyways so many stumble through – over and over, and over again,


staying on the narrows, not going against the grain, banishing the murmurs, that whisper in our ears, to take a chance, to veer off the road, to stray down a more twisting thicket,


into an unknown realm, of dangers that may litter this course, of the light of hope that may shine in the dark,


oblivious of dragons that may lie in wait, hugging the shawls of comfort zones, soon to tattered by time and fate, to be left in the open, to brace the elements,


the same howling winds of that other well-trodden way, stung by similar twists and tragedies, tripping and falling, finding love perhaps, another one who has chosen to swim the streams alone,


we may lose our footing, sliding down slippery slopes,


but with a raging fire of hope, burning deep inside, knowing this has been our unique journey, far from the well-worn shoes of that other life,


stepping ever onwards one tiny inch at a time,


beholding beauty not even known,


tasting the sweet nectar of something new,


swimming the seas of uncharted waters,


thrashed by deafening winds,


tossed around by slashing waves,


till in the distance, we spot land,


and as the tides wash us ashore, we drift into fatigued sleep,


awakening to the soft chirping of the birds,


surrounded by swaying palm trees,


the hues of nature so vivid, the feelings in our soul so true,


as we feel talcum sands beneath our feet,


hearing the familiar music of life,


the sounds of the living surrounding us,


as we find this new abode teeming with life,


a world of peace we have at last found,


as we disappear into the sunset of a new day,


with the countless others,


who also chose this other way






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