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

 

 

I’d Rather Be…

 I’d Rather Be…

When I see the chirpy you,

Beaming at me from behind the mesh…..

Whenever your little hands

Rub my bare arms before you drift off to sleep…..

Whenever you stomp around

Bickering for some cheese  in the snack….

Whenever you slide in my bed

Long after I have ensured you were dozing in yours…..

Whenever you are jittery

Before the semester exam…..

Whenever you cycle around

With earphones stuck in and I’m scared….

Whenever I see

The rebel in your teenage silhouette……

Whenever I feel I had an option….

And I wonder what I would be doing.

I’m reassured every time

I’d scoop you in my arms….

I’d rather  be cherishing you,

I’d rather be mothering you….

— Shalini.

March…

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It is March,

The month of her Spring,

When a soothing cold breeze…

Whiffs away the demons within.

 

It is March,

The season of her smile,

When every flower beckons at her with…

A promise divine.

 

It is March,

The return of her being,

When gushing daisies…..

Rustle and bespeak perforce,

Words of true love.

 

It is March,

The echo of her soul,

When valleys smile…

Enamoured by her will,

And demure persistence.

 

— Shalini.

Nothingness

No,

She will not disappear into nothingness…

Her new found glory,

Is here to stay…

No,

She will not just be,

A beautiful rose,

In the pathway around your dwelling…

No,

She will not just be yours,

To fondle and love,

 

She will be the brightest moon

In the dark, night sky

The blazing Sun,

In the cold, winter morning…

 

She will be,

The mast,

The anchor,

The pivot…

 

She will be…

The air that you breathe…….

 

 

Imagination…

Imagination
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Self immolation,

While thousands slept.

Shudders within,

While ripples of joy swept.

Underlying scores,

While hugs transformed the world.

Belittling sarcasm,

While fake smiles lured us galore.

Deafening roars,

While serenity embraced every shore.

Where are we now?

Is it the depth,

or the narcissist core?

Is it our imagination,

Or has the world

Demeaned us so.......

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 seems Relieved

 

A chance encounter……

Upon a chance encounter,

A secret hermitage,

Astounding calm,

Despite the seething rage.

 

She warily looks within,

Like the subtle moon….

And stands besotted

As if in a swoon……

 

For inside the thatch,

She discovers another self–

Bent in prayer

A divine smile,

Cocooned in a shelf.

 

Is this her second being,

Long lost and forlorn….

Is this where she had been

Through trials and storms……

 

The hermitage was hers

And she had never known

Raging battles in the wild,

That is how she had grown.

 

She can sit beside the other self,

And pray a little awhile–

For tempests to surrender

And till the rainbow would smile.

 

Upon a chance encounter

This secret hermitage,

She would return to again

Because she now knows the way

Full well….

Among the wilds and the rain.