The begone

Ah the slight breeze flew past my ear and whispered by...
the Leaf that floated down seemed to have frozen mid air...
It whispered to me the story of the sky,
Who had lent it the power of sweetness and of love;
Who had pierced her existence with pity and shame;
leaving her abandoned and tame...
The fury which in her grew...
Out of simple might it stirred...
Her love was valiant and so was her mirth.
Her wrath was fearful and so was her dearth.
It was the desire which in her grew...
The shrewd mind and comely form;
It drew the bold and the strong,
It called the tiny and the young,
It tamed the lovers and the crowd,
The milieu whirled round and round...
And then they called her the storm...
Not knowing it was the pleasant gush
the delicate her; that had once begone...!!!

His eyes longed to graze...

for his actions had sown the seeds...

and his words, now reaped...!

Would I have known?

I wouldn't have known what is behind the mountain,
                                      were I not perched on that shoulder.
I wouldn't have known what is to forgo fear,
                                      were I not clinging on to that firm finger.
I wouldn't have known what is to fly,
                                      were I not hurled into the air.
I wouldn't have known what is it to trust,
                                      were I not sure I would never fall,
                                      with him there.

I wouldn't have known what is dawn,
                                      were I not curled into those arms.
I wouldn't have known what is the colour blue,
                                      were I not looking through those eyes.
I wouldn't have known what is fair,
                                      were I not winning without my share.
I wouldn't have known what is life,
                                      were I not walking the roof slopes,
                                      with him I could dare.

I wouldn't have known what is real,
                                      were I not sitting right by his side.
I wouldn't have know what is savoury,
                                      were I not spoilt with every delight.
I wouldn't have know what is serene,
                                      were I not writing this tonight.
I wouldn't have know what is chime,
                                      were I not thinking of his happy voice,
           responding to my "Happy 76th Birthday" with delight.

they came

they did come, some time ago.

now i know they hav flown away and yet they remain...

20

·        1991
one nose
2 blue eyes
10 toes
1 smile and
3 blinks

·        2011
1 anklet
2 rings
a zillion clothes
one ipod
20 tampons
5 painted nails

·        1999
1 mother
2 siblings
a new father
7 pieces of the heart
and 8 were my wings

·        2009
1 crack
264 bones
32 teeth
20 nails
2 ear drums
14 ribs
1 uterus

·        2010
one ambition
2 loves
½ a bear hug
14 kisses
1 truth
a single break

·        1996
1 doll
many toys
7 colored blankets
a cuddled body
2 drawers and sliding doors

·        2004
a trusted friend
15% jealousy
4 prizes
20+1 photographs
14 stares

·        2007
1 room
4 corners
18 books
a hidden novel
3 hours of sleep
10 sarcastic voices

·        1992
2 knees
2 parents
1 3 wheeled cycle
4 breaks
3 memories
1 fear

·        2002
20 humiliations
1/4^th encouragement
0 smiles
2 chocolates
1 skirt
The very 1^st heels

·        1994
1^st school
2 kms.
1 parent
2 grandparents
many friends
3 Barbies
a caring thought
6 new locks
Lost keys.

The Forbidden Fruit

"The forbidden fruit. I so forgot about it all this while. And I know what it means to me." Ah! He thought deep in his consciousness. But would he dare to pluck it himself. His throat was parched and his senses burned for the juices of the fruit that called out to him. His consciousness was lending a hand to his eyes, he could almost drink the juices of the fruit without having even held it between his fingers. Least of all pressed it to his lips.

"The forbidden fruit. I so see it in front of me. I see it every day. I know what it does." Ah! She thought. Yes, she thought hard and decided. For me a day would come when I would finally be me and accept what I want to be. Pretense is not my passion and certainly not my cup of tea.

"The forbidden fruit. It still calls out to me. My hand is now the snake and my hand calls out to me."
He was trying too hard to reserve his right. His right on himself. His right to hide. For fantasies are for the mere mortals. And he had yet to prove his stride. He was strong and dare not crave, he dare not want to touch; what the world says is not so right, what the world says is not just.

"The forbidden fruit. It has called out to me and still does. The serpent is now my guide but not yet my trust."
She wanders high and low through a graden of might. She wondered not what others thought was true or what was right. She knew what the moment meant to her and to her life. She left her heart pounding for she knew what it meant to feel. If today's wish flew like a whim she knew none ever would come true.

yellow light

a day with the calmest of waters. a ship sailed upstream. the wind was its only guide. the sail billowed. the day was warm. bright and sunny. the captain and his met sweat it out the entire day.
they knew of the storm that was foretold for the day to come. panting they pulled the strings and tried to reach ashore.
the afternoon grew into evening. having worked all day they decided to take a break. over beer and sandwiches they spoke and the joked. the ship sailing on at a steady rate. now they knew they were there. joking and singing they let time while away.
having rested well the captain returned to the stern. alas! they were off route. their compass spun like it had never before.
heart in their mouth they all got to their posts. but to no avail. down to the west they could see the tiny blink of a watchtower. the lighthouse hidden behind the low hung clouds. panic struck the ship. night had fallen. they had nothing to follow but a faint glow.
land was not near, they knew not what to do. they could just look at each other and raise their hands in prayer.
a sailor screamed "I see something"
it was an angel he said. he said he could see her clearly beckoning to them to follow her. he steered the ship after her. his comrades laughed. the puzzled captain knew not what to do. it was his duty to save his men.
they might be wading into literally dangerous waters.
"what rubbish" they heard him scream over the now roaring black tides.
the white angel shook her head in distress and disappeared. faith lost in her was their distress.
left seeking the now mist covered lighthouse they wandered away...

and I,
I heard their story from the gust of wind who but tried hard to help them...