A Quest on Overdrive … :)

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


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Sepia

That would be the colour of my life.
Sepia. The pages I mean.
The pages wrinkled, frayed around the edges.
Much thumbed.
Vulnerable words hedging inwards.
Going back is a given.
Living in what has been
Yearning for what would be.

Passion lurks, unbidden.
Belonging, unwavering.
Inconsolable grief, it form scabs,
Over healing wounds. Slowly.

You hold that book now.
Containing the pages of my life.
Do you see what I mean?
Those words, those lines-
Concealing more than meaning.

I wish I could edit them.
Those words, I mean.
Find grace in simple stories
I once lived.
I cannot touch them now, though.
But of course.

Still, the rainbow that my life is
Can never be muted:
Even if it be Sepia, in yours.

28 September 2012
Online
(Inspired entirely by the topic for Versification given at school, “Pages of my life” :D)

Other personal Sepia favourites:
Sepia Dreams
Beyond Sepia Dreams

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*Conditions Apply

The invitation was clear
In that look we shared;
And mesmerized, we made
That Deal.

And yes, we were, and have been
And still are, all that we could be…

But to each other?
That look, we look, yet again, for it
Hoping against hope…

For when we scripted,
While we enacted…
We overlooked the line
Between lines…

*Conditions Apply

Online, 1 pm, 20 June, 2010


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Me? Or I?

Coiled within, deep down
Unwilling to unravel
Is me.Is me; or, is it I?
It must be me-
Subdued, subjugated
Submerged, subservient…Not I, when I have been
Above all that, which dared
To subject, to assail,
To undermine, to negate.

Indeed, I was,
Had been, the One
Who’d seen it all.
All? Hollow laughter escapes
My heart, laden with
Molten emotion.

Like those drops of mercury
They curiously cohere-
Gathering within, drowning
Filling, but never spilling.

Oh no! They’re too guarded,
Too careful, to ever despoil-
To be so uncouth, as to bare themselves.

Me. Blanketed-
Waiting for I, with You.
To stir me. Energize. Vibrate.
And will, into that
Ultimate Union- when I and me
Become You.


9 February, 2010


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New Perspectives

Like inky nights
diluted with
pearly moonlight…

Like dry riverbeds
inundated with
rushing waters…

Like sudden stillness
invaded with
thunderous gales…

Or poignant silences
gentled with
murmurs and smiles…

And lack-lustre eyes
moistened with
tears of feeling…

Maybe there’s hope for us-
New perspectives
Untold and untried..

Normalcy now,
would be
an achievement.

2 April, ’91

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A re post, to strive and find a muse again:)


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Sepia Dreams

A sepia coloured
Photograph
In that old album
Is all I can touch
Of you,
Now.

Cross-legged on the floor;
In your bridal finery-
A wistful expression-
Dreamy, anticipating
Perhaps, the myriad dreams
To unfold and blossom.

Your chin resting
On your palm,
That cupped your face-
Pointed, alluring!

I remember that moment-
Well!
If it were not for my mother
Standing behind us,
It would have been
My hands cupping your face!
And…

Hush!
I quieten the
Welling storm of memories.

I never told you
How lovely you looked,
That moment!

And now,
When I say it,
I wonder, can you hear?

And longingly wait
For that moment,
When I will.

Finally.
When I meet you,
In eternity.

26 February ’08

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