Tag: poetry

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

 

 

Astonish

Astonish
Astonish

Time and again, rummaging through the deepest sore

Yearning for tomorrow, you have destinies galore….

You strive forever, distancing from the crowd

To focus more on the fight, to uncover the shroud.

 

It is here, it is now;

As you witness the surmounting waves

Your one last chance remains……

Just this one ride, this exodus from the past

Astonished you will be

At how much of you sails…..

 

The cliff

He smiled at her and nodded,

‘Hold my hand, and walk further…..’, he plodded.

She kept quiet

All the way uphill.

 

Looking down at the valley,

Gave her the chill

It was here she had fallen

A few years back

Down this very hill….

 

She cannot talk to him anymore,

And scared as she is,

She holds his wrists tighter

‘It is now or else never’

His eyes seem to say

So they stand at the edge

Where the cliff gives way,

To death and echoed grey….

 

She beholds the depth, retraces the fall

‘It will always be with me

That you will stand tall

Till you learn to fly

And leave behind the fear to ever fall….’

 

Thus spake he,

And took a step back…..

She looked up at the skies

And could never surmise,

How, she stood there alone for long….

 

Watching his angelic face

That smiled and receded,

Up, up into the blue arcade….

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

 

 

March…

nature-sunset-person-woman.jpg

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.