A Quest on Overdrive … :)

An eccentric rambler on life's lessons and mercies, found and lost… :)


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WE

Like the brilliance
a shower of broken glass;
Like the riot of colour
at the peak of spring;
Like the music of a hundred
different birds, sounding together;
Like a pleading cry of an
unloved child
And the desolate heart of
a lonely lover
And a whispering look of an
unwanted pup…

I see myself shatter
blowing my fuse
exploding into a million pieces
deep inside – We

Usha, 11 March ’84

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Pirouette


Flounce your tutu
My Child
Of Self confidence
Perched on the toes
Of the Faith in yourself!

I watch you
Dear One,
Sure that you
Can do it!

I urge you silently
Shed that fear…
And do the pointe…
Step up on your toes

Now!

Ah yes! Let your
Hands lift, so gently,
Gracefully,
Curve upwards.

And I hold my breath…
The first step-
Swaying, dipping,
A flourish…

And then,

You give me the magic
In that leap-
And the pirouette
Spinning, and spinning…

Slowing…

Stopping.
Flushed!

Then you curtsy.
Your smile,
in wonder,
When you look at me

Says it All!!

And all I want to say is-
I told you so!

Usha, December 11, 2007
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