Around You

How much of me
Would it take,
I wonder, at times,
To be around you?

Then I step back.
Slip out of my skin.
To look at me.
To look for you.

I’m there.
Minus me, of course.
Are you there?
That… faint shadow?

Your shadow – just there
Whetting my hopes
That today, just for this day
You will be more than that.

And then, when you call me out,
Ask, that I stay, be around,
I will, I will, spend my soul,
Just to be around you.

 

10 August, 2017

Of Quests and Crusades…

The Holy Grail of Love
Is what we’re told
To seek.

For absolution.

The ultimate
Soul-cleansing.
Back to completeness.
Love having filled
Empty spaces.

Well, you know
What they say
Of Holy Grails.

Of Quests,
That lead to Crusades.

Is it Holy?
Is it Love?
If you need to
Launch a Crusade?

You also begin to wonder…
How much is myth.
What is real!

At Life’s knee,
I heard this fable-
Read of it through
Words from those besotted.
Heard the whispered
Agonies and pleasures;
Tasted the flavours
From scented lips of lust.

And since then, have sought.
Have yearned. Longed.

Threw words to wind
Which might, in passing,
Fall on heeding ears;
Find a resonance
In some beating heart.

To have that word
Come back, with that heart. ❤

That’s how I knew
How I learnt.
My Holy Grail of Love.

Was I

Was I

To you.

Who caught that word
On the wind.

Caught it
Scented with
My yearning…

That fragrance
Behind my ear…

You say.

This moment.
As you hold me close
And we sip
From that sacred chalice.

Of each other’s soul.

25 to 27 July, 2017

Pools

The sailboat silhouette

Against the sunset.

Seen from a silent shore.

Windless. 

Moonless.

The burnt orange sun

At the horizon paling

Fuschia, then ash

Put out in the distant sea.

Darkness.

Till the stars come out.

And I watch, longingly,

For the North Star…

Silent Pool to Stormy Pools

I wait, in anticipation…

Knowing the wind shall pick up

And the voyage shall go on. 

Can’t not. 🙂

23 July, 2017

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Dis-still

Still waters run deep.

You’ve got to be so, you know.

Else they might cotton on

To the utter turmoil within.

You grope for a soul’s solace

In the depth of your being

Thoughts lost in a murky whirlpool

Far far below.

 

So you attempt to tackle it

One emotion, one person, one moment at a time.

Never realizing, ever,

Or perhaps, a moment too late,

The silence at the surface, has quite sunken

And shielded all that you need.

 

Shielded, muted, buried…

All that you needed

To be you again.

 

And however you may scream

Flail, Urge, Cry….

Simply speak….

 

You shall never be heard.

 

11 July, 2017

 

Pause

Misunderstood.

Mistaken most often.

Used, abused.

Worked to death

Most especially in narrative

Incoherent, incomprehensible.

 

Neither a pause. Nor a period

Not that space between, either.

In limbo, never quite knowing what

Bothers me so.

And never knowing where I could go.

 

I’m sure there is a mould for me

A niche I might, someday, inhabit.

But, till I do, I remain insensate

As that semi colon.

 

17 June, 2017

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“A semicolon is used when an author could’ve chosen to end their sentence, but chose not to. The author is you and the sentence is your life.”

Read more on what inspired this write here 🙂

http://www.upworthy.com/have-you-seen-anyone-with-a-semicolon-tattoo-heres-what-its-about