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words….

Have you ever felt burdened, with nothingness and a void that challenges you every second and puts everything in the wrong perspective. You hold back and wait, till the storm clears out and sense returns to all that has been rising in flames within. It is at times like this when even words fail to come to your rescue…….

 

sometimes I have scattered words,

obliterating the erstwhile noise….

so rapidly they come and go

I try to hold them and devise….

ways to keep them forever

like stars that forever shine….

 

 

yesterday too, they did decline,

vociferously telling me….

to keep within me

all that is mine…..

 

 

i told them i needed time….

to ensure that they registered fine.

 

the scattered words,

they have flown out of rhyme…..

tugging at my soul,

each night, a little more sublime…..

 

I hold them closer,

lest they float adrift

One more time…..

 

The furnace….

No, it isn’t ours
They told the Goddess….
And thus retraced their steps,
Away from the furnace.

They devoured childhood,
Innocence and depravity.
Their smiles belittled…..
All vicious and hedonist profanity.

Till adulthood crept
With silent fangs….
And hissed away
All cheer and pangs.

Now they did not crave
For trees and blossoms
Or kites galore….

The Goddess ventured
To peep into their souls once more

She offered them derision,
Despise and rebellion.

They said it was theirs
To own, possess…..
To feed the raging fire
To blaze the furnace…..

– Shalini.

You

If ever, you happen to touch the sky

And shirk within……

 

If ever, you happen to ride the cloud

And are told to slow down a little……

If ever, ever it so happens

That your pinnacle

Seems to draw out sniffs and giggles……

 

Promise, promise me

That you will be all this

And more……

 

Till the sky stoops down

And the clouds chariot you

Promise, promise yourself….

You……you will always be YOU.

  • Shalini

 

 

Relieved…..

via Daily Prompt: Relieved

 

 

Rumbles dying,

She has resurfaced

Sublime, with grace

Slightly rummaged….

 

What is this….

The lilting steps,

She glides with ease…

Every breath swells.

 

From where

He ceased to be,

She broke the tangles

And averred,

That this was a decree.

 

Every time

He recedes,

She paves further

Only this time……

She seemsĀ Relieved

 

In Triumph….

 

So, where do I stand.

In Triumph,

Or in defeat.

 

I have won my heart over;

Bruised by lethal daggers,

I have risen beyond all hurt.

Unaffected, I tread pastures.

 

So, do I stand in triumph

Or is my purpose defeated.

 

Failure doesn’t affect me,

I have a heart of steel…

And whether it is love

In your eyes,

Or a humane concern,

I cannot feel.

 

It doesn’t bother me

Whether you smile or fake it,

I still feel loved……

I’m still at the summit.

 

So, is this my triumph,

Or do I stand defeated…

yet again…..

 

 

Triumph

 

Distant

via Daily Prompt: Distant

It is a wonder how our lives transform every waking day. The changes are obstructed from our sight and senses.This is a very powerful word and could mean the world to a receptive soul or mean nothing to a carefree spirit. When we walk in the realms of life, its prismatic views and images, we are confronted with a myriad of emotions. Some of these leave an indelible mark, forever etch themselves on our souls.

It is like you leaped into the sea and got so carried over with feverish strokes that you had no time to ponder how far you are from the shore. Only when you pause for breath in between, you realise that the shore is so far away. And you get that sinking feeling. You wonder if you could make it back to the shore with the same rhythm and energy. No, you cannot. You do swim back, full of lethargy and the loss you have been feeling. You return back to a different stretch of the shore and lie down heaving heavily, gasping for breath.

Now, imagine a relationship where you have swum with similar ease and dexterity. You are so much engrossed in going deeper each day that you don’t realise how the crutch has disabled you from walking on your own. Very soon, as the crutch is removed, you feel distantĀ and this word hits you in all magnanimity.

And as you struggle each day to stand on your own, this word becomes so much a part of your system that you inadvertently derive infinite strength from it. This word becomes your elixir and you like a phoenix, emerge from the debris, scarred, renewed…….’distant’.

-Shalini

Imaginary…….

via Daily Prompt: Imaginary

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She had known this all the while,

and wonder never ceased to be,

At how much pleasure

Could be derived

Only through the ‘Imaginary’.

 

There were footprints she had treasured,

Waves she had surmounted,

To chase the horizon,

Glorified and beckoning………..

 

And the wonder never ceased to be……..

Just how much pleasure

Could be derived

Only with the ‘Imaginary’

 

In the recesses of her mind,

In the birdhouses and holes in trees,

She has dwelt among the chirpings,

And flapped wings with

The sky’s travellers….

 

Yet, her wonder never ceases to be………..

Just how much pleasure

She can always derive,

By falling in love, everyday,

With the ‘Imaginary’