Empty pockets filled
With love songs in heart beats, that
We spend, ceaselessly.
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The Texture – your heart’s:
Healing, infinitely, with
Kindness, love and faith.
6 April, 2017
Day#6 of #Napowrimo, 2017 – National Poetry Writing Month 2017
Today, the offering is a Haiku – Japanese Lyric poetry. 3 lines, of 17 syllables. Arranged in 5-7-5 🙂
Picture courtesy, Google Image Search. The picture of that gorgeous rose belongs to the person who took the picture 🙂
It’s a freeloaders’ paradise
This vagrant heart you own.
Errr.. own. Let me rephrase that.
You think you own.
You trust, you believe. You have
That unflinching faith
That all is known to them
That love your generous heart.
And so you love.
For you know not
How to be…else.
Elsewhere. You give.
No one asks, they take.
Not because you give.
But because they
They, they own yours.
Because you love.
Love with that endless
Limitless knowledge of how
Your infinite capacity
Can never diminish, but only grow….
While, when they take,
All that you see is how
Defined, confined, blind
They say, say,
They love you.
And you? You gullible you
You take that Medal of Honour
Of Love, they bestow.
Adorn your heart for all to see….
Wear it upon your sleeve
Talk endlessly to all who
May pass your way.
Gush, in eager exhortation
Of how they be incomplete
If love be not theirs.
They look on in
Wondrous confusion -that such creatures exist;
Slowly changing the colour of the emotion they lend.
You still revel
In the singular faith.
Love cannot, will not
Live that lie
You faith lends.
Never, ever learning the lesson
Not even inadvertently.
How to be circumspect.
For yours is a vagabond soul
That tarries not.
And never holds back.
And therefore grows.
Because the lesson escapes you.
3 April, 2017
Day#3 of #Napowrimo, 2017 – National Poetry Writing Month 2017 – a quest into wound lent by a sliver, a shard that strikes just where it hurts
(This one’s a sequel, if you wish. A write prompted by a dear reader’s “:(” and a “Whyyyy”! Yep. This rambler is certified… 🙂 And so, this came to be. Unbeknownst 🙂 )
Renewal (a sequel to Redemption)
(or, What were the Odds!)
She stumbled out of the slowly brightening hall. The credits had rolled out, a smattering of applause gathered momentum, and by the time she’d reached the exit, everyone was standing.
She paused at the door, turned, raised her hands and applauded. She saw him, at the end of the aisle, his parents beside him, Raksha behind. That endearing smile lit his face. She blew him a kiss, which he wouldn’t see anyway, and slipped out. The lobby was deserted. His favourite, this theatre used to be, from school, she remembered.
Glad and sad, she made her way outside, called an auto and fled before the others came. Straight to her hotel. She was booked for the early morning flight. Her goodbyes were done – even though he’d asked for her company at the post-screening informal do he’d arranged. She’d made non-committal noises but had already decided. He knew of course. He couldn’t not.
She was packed. With nothing but her thoughts for company – she felt undone, claustrophobic. Quickly changing into jeans, shirt and sneakers, she fled once again, this time to the park, where they had first met. A couple of introverts who somehow found the courage to smile at each other and talk. She had been in the city as a resource person for a couple of workshops on creative writing. Serendipity, it had to be, that he had been part of a group she worked with. What were the odds, she mused, that a decade on they’d remained friends; more than that, in the least clichéd way.
She’s watched, seen him grow, in confidence, find focus, despite the way life shattered pyrotechnically around him. As it had been for her as well. To have the luxury of owning yourself – with no lien of love, of another’s heart, was at once a tragedy as it was satisfying. She knew that wasn’t her state of being, but she was working towards it.
She walked past the park, to the road that bordered the sea. This was his favourite place. He’d mentioned it often, of taking her there, but it had never happened. Distances, physical distances, the obligation to life, to family, meant it hadn’t been possible. It was pretty much a miracle that they’d even been in touch over the years, and stayed close – mirrored thoughts, hopes, hearts even – both being in hopeless relationships with entirely different people! What were the odds, indeed! She smiled. Found a spot, relatively free, and watched the ocean, perched on the built up wall, with the rocks stretching beyond to meet the waves.
The ebb and surge, the gurgling, the splashing, that constant, hypnotic hum of the waves…she lost herself in it. She wasn’t sure how much time had elapsed, but she was at peace. She held her backpack on her lap, arms wrapped around it, chin resting on top of it. Wispy tendrils framed her face, her tired eyes at peace. The silence, despite the sounds around her, was tangible; almost as if she’d created a bubble of stillness around her.
A bubble of stillness, in which she sat, with that faraway look. These were his thoughts, as he stood a few feet away, watching intently, a warm smile in his eyes, a sigh of relief hovering, unreleased. He continued to stand, and watch- in a stance akin to communion, a prayer. He did so, knowing her to be oblivious even to the night, so alive around her bubble of solitude.
Uncharacteristically, he was lost for words. He did not want to impinge upon her peace, though he longed to smoothen her hair, those wispy tendrils, rest his hands on her shoulders and drop a kiss on the top of her head. A surge of love rushed, and overwhelmed him. With sudden clarity, he recognized it for what it was. What were the odds! It was as if her thoughts had sneaked into his.
In the three hours, post screening, he’d smiled and talked, and been a quiet, but genial host, receiving with gratitude the kind and fulsome words of appreciation. As soon as he was able, he’d beat a hasty retreat, knowing a sense of loss. Of someone. Raksha was beside herself with joy. He was glad for that – that was truly redemption – the dream they had had, had now come to fruition. Honestly the credit went to her, her indefatigable spirit in pushing him. As co-author and instigator, he made sure she’d shared all the credit, in large, bold letters and presence. Yes, he loved her, and would always do so. But her hold on him seemed to diminish, now that he was on the road to forgiveness, to himself. She got that dream of hers, made him work towards his, and now had a foothold for further progress. A certain peace flooded him, lightening his ever heavy heart, filling a vacuum carried too long.
At the same time, his palm tingled with reminiscent warmth. It was the first time she’d reached out in public to hold his hand, even though they were not the hand-holding type. His lips quirked into a grin, as he felt that familiar sense of security, whenever he thought of her. His rock of Gibraltar, that was what she’d been all along. If there was one thing she’d brought back to his life, it was laughter and trust.
He wouldn’t find that elsewhere. It was something he needed, right now.
She wasn’t at her hotel. Her cell phone was switched off. On a chance, he decided to go to the park. Nothing. There was only one place he found solace in all those troubled times. The shoreline. He decided to walk it down, and reaching, began to slowly savour the throbbing life this place always lent to his weary heart. As he walked, he felt that faint prickling at the back of his neck – seriously, it was such a dramatic moment that he nearly laughed out loud, involuntarily.
All those times they’d talked about this, that instinctive knowing, a gut feeling – all that played back, and he knew now what she meant. She was near. As incredible as it was, he simply knew it for real. Walking on, he found her bunched up, chin on backpack resting on her lap. She’d changed into the casual clothes she loved so much.
He stepped up to her, and did just exactly what he’d thought he would. Smoothened her hair, dropped his hands to her shoulders, and dropped a kiss on her head. Sat beside her.
She sighed. Smiled. Leaned into his shoulders, as he put an arm around her shoulders and tucked her head under his chin. This moment was theirs alone. His arm tightened as she snuggled close. He’d tell her, soon, how those demons would never again bother him much. If she’d stay.
She thought. Tonight. It would happen tonight. The inevitable recognition of a soulmate. She prayed for strength to leave; he, that she’d stay. She, fierce, headstrong, independent, kind.
That chasm of yearning, yawning between them, suddenly seemed bridgeable.
22 January, 2017
One of those things, again, that simply had to be.
… is just another wee bit of the usual, for her, this woman, who has come into our lives, in the most loving and fairly unexpected of ways 🙂 True to her zodiac, she symbolizes the even keel of emotion, of sense, of knowing just the right words, actions, and feelings to bring to you, to her own self as well 🙂
Friends who have known her, her partner in life, my son, and her adorable daughter, Naina, quite apart from her own family, I am sure would also refer to her fiery, passionate self, but with a certain knowledge as to how she does, well ( duh, again), find the balance where many of us would tip over the edge.
Oh yes, my Arien Sun Child can get a bit too childlike, sometimes go over the top in his enthusiasm, but ever since she has come into his life, and they have become the best of themselves for each other, I must say he’s grown a bit, beyond his 11 years (that’s a private joke between the Sun Child and I 😛 )
She calms, she sweetens the air, she giggles with the naive, innocence that only someone who has that child within can bring into play 🙂 🙂 That, now, is a loaded sentence too! 🙂 With Nainu, she has been the most gracious, loving yet firm of mothers I know. How does she know so much, I wonder, when I have more or less fumbled my own way and muddled through motherhood! You know, that assured way of simply knowing that this is the way to handle that bundle of energy… she shows me each day, how it is done, how I wished I could have done it, had I a chance to go back in time 🙂
Be that as it may, I know for sure that Arjun has been the luckiest of men, to have been able to find Pratibha, the Libran, in this tale 🙂 With the Ram headed determination, he did set out to woo her, and win her hand, and I know for sure there isn’t a day he does not give thanks, even if not deliberately 🙂 🙂 😀
She celebrates her birthday today, this charming, beautiful, idealistic, gregarious young lady, the mother of my grandottie, Nainu, and partner to my Sun Child. But even without all these connections she has brought into my life, I know this is one gal I would know the instant we met, whenever, however, wherever, even without my Sun Child and their adorable daughter 🙂 That’s who she is.
She touches others with a simple honesty, an open friendliness, a gracious welcoming smile. Her laughter, her smiles cements any apprehension you might have. And her sensible demeanour will instantly put you at ease…
Happy birthday, Parukutty, my dearest dearest daughter ❤ ; you are wished the best in life, this day, and the rest of the year. It will be memorable, and add to the grace, the bearing you carry in life; giving you challenges that you will, in your sweetness and self assurance, meet head on, giving of yourself, and being loved infinitely more each day, by each of us who know and treasure you! May you be blessed to be that lovely little girl I always see in you, the one who unhesitatingly reaches out to help, to comfort, to be there with a patient listening ear, and give me these incredibly gentle and sensible suggestions 🙂 Just as Neeti does too!
Happy happieeeeee birthday from all of us, Pratibha! Wishing you rainbows, and laughter, and hugs and kissess and always LOVE, always, ever and a day more… ❤ And then some!!!
As that song in The Sound of Music goes, I realize, each day, that somewhere in my youth or wicked childhood, I must have done something goooood… to have found you, and Neeti ❤
Blessed be, my dearest girl 🙂 Stay awesome 🙂
There’s a virtual gift, in this, a card, made and sent by one of my own kids, from school 🙂 You met him, when he came to visit Naina 🙂 Vivek 🙂 He sends his wishes, to his Bhabhi, 🙂 ❤
Wishing you an amazing day, with the love of your loved ones, and the companionship of your friends 🙂 Missing you so much 🙂
P.S Riddhi, your picture is being used without prior permission 🙂 I know you’ll approve 😀
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