Mar 6, 2011 | Creative Writing
my little window is closed for good
I look out from the one that is still intact
I set my elbows on its ledge
I peep through the glass not clean today
it has some dust from yesterday’s storm
my chin resting on my open palms
my eyes focused on horizon need to know
if it is far or at just an arm’s length
stars from the grey sky loom large
that urgent desire to ask you rise in me
if the stars in your sky too are bright as here?
do they twinkle as they do in mine
right now at this moment when
I am standing here holding you close to me
your smile falling all over my being
I search for your eyes to check my hair
and then I see them; the moonbeams
peeping through my window
all of those walk inside to sit on the sill
my elbows have moved aside
I know now my moon is here tonight…
Feb 7, 2011 | Creative Writing
passion
they put the chisel on a block of wood
cut it shape it put intricate designs
they make a dead piece of timber come alive
they dig the earth to move it deeper like our interiors
sow some seeds from the yesteryear’s crops
sprinkle water or wait for rains to let it blossom into life
they shout at the top of their voices in haste
for they know it has to be now or never
when the river wades through shallow pitches
they have to make her head rest at their pillow
for they know if she ran faster they will fail
they move the moon in skies above their heads
from west to east every night from crescent to full
for they know if they did not their lunula will turn paler
they have to fill dreams with lovemaking of their souls
for this universe stands still unless passion is ignited.
Feb 7, 2011 | Creative Writing
Prayer
as this dusk appeared on my window
I picked up my pen filled it with ink
I needed to write a prayer with my heart in it
I ordered my fingers to write his name
they wrote all I wanted to every single word
etched on my heart echoing in my soul
I asked my feet to walk that extra mile
for I know they can if they wish to
I ordered my arms to remain warm
for I know they will not tire till I let them
I ordered my eyes to smile with my lips
for I know they can as they shed tears in love
I ordered my bosom to be soft when they meet thine
I know them from the day I became a woman
for my heart beats inside from the day
I was ordered to be by him……
Feb 7, 2011 | Creative Writing
we move
I move forward one inch with
every passing day
in this maze of life created out of
bricks, mortar, stones, rocks
river that flowed carrying all I ever had
it’s waters enriched with desires to be reborn
each new day dawns with an added flavour
every dusk falls languishly in my lap
I pick these up in my cupped hands
henna that had faded long ago
adornments it made were gone
blown with the winds of despair
traced a few fine lines yesterday
as I reached closer to the edge
and looked down with longing
mesmerized by its suicidal charm
my smile called out aloud
“drink my poison for you may not live”
turned sweeter as you pulled me closer to you
O! dear life.. your embrace is tighter today
than yesterday
more so than the day before
O! love you are deeper today
than you were yesterday
more so than day before…
Feb 7, 2011 | Creative Writing
tide.
when this tide in my heart swells
flowers bloom fragrance fills the cocoon
that we enter on our call
from above from within
when the moon turns full
I look into your eyes to find me
sitting upright waiting since ages
waiting to be complete
you fill me with your presence
crevices are glued with your warmth
I choose to be the one who never was
who never will be away from your form
this continuity of being with you
is my treasure for a lifetime.
Feb 7, 2011 | Creative Writing
let me be me
let me do this one more time
let me keep your voice on my lips
let me hold it on my tongue
let me call you by your name
let me say it a thousand times
let me tell you all your tales
let me say what I need to say
let me wish for moon and stars
let me dive with nothing on
let me climb those steep hills
let me be me with you….
