Tag: love

Core….

 

Core
Did I tuck you in well today?

Have I told you….

That I’d hold your hand 

Forever, and never sway

 

Have I told you?

That I am the mast,

And the sail.

That our ship is steadfast.

 

Did I tuck you in well today?

 

When slumber crept into your room,

And dreams danced about your bed.

Did I ask the moon,

To whisk away your worst dread.

 

Have I told you lately?

You are beautiful and fragile.

That you have an angel…..

For every little mile.

 

Did I tuck you in well today?

 

Have I made you strong?

To the very Core

Admonished all your doubts,

And made you very sure.

 

Have I….

Have I…….

Loved you with all my might,

Fiercer than the wind

That blows tonight…….

-Shalini

 

 

Reunion….

It is the same song…

The same breath…..

That still lingers.

 

Words don’t come,

As they shake hands.

No smile floats….

Only a nonchalant nod.

 

Yes, I knew,

Who you were.

This new you

Vexes me…..her eyes say.

 

I know this…….

This crease on your forehead,

I know of every curve here

But this strangeness in your eyes…

This vexes me…..

She says.

 

Relax……his smile says.

 

She gives him time

To explain…….

And when he has,

She wonders of the

Mountain of memories

Embedded in her heart

Should she let it stay

Or let his presence sway

The very base of it……

 

He cannot wait, he says.

And she has her answer clear.

She carries the mountain once again

And drifts off,

Before he can say Good-bye.

 

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

 

 

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…….

 

 

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 distant 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

It cannot be fathomed,

Through words and smiles….

Just how much love

Under the mask belies……

 

The dense dense forest

Does not reclaim

The sky’s vast 

and endless fame…..

 

The tiny tiny bird

That spreads its wings

Does not proclaim

The sky as its dwelling……

 

Sometimes the love

We hold inside;

Is for that sky

Which we, like birds

Cannot decide,

If it can be our cosy little nest

Or do we

Like dense forests ,

Do not let its pieces

Fall inside………..