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Poetic Interlude - Page 3

  • Conversation with Self

    I rub my sleeve over the mirror,

    And the steam gets wiped clean,

    But I can't still see my reflection,

    Or the gleaming mirror's sheen.

     

    It's like there’s a fog in the distance,

    And clouds further beyond the fog,

    Sure it can try all of its might,

    But the sun shall really have to slog.

     

    Anyway, since the mirror's no good,

    I try to touch and feel my face,

    Yeah, everything seems quite alright,

    But something's certainly outta place.

     

    It's just a feeling, an instinct, rather,

    Do you know what I'm talking about?

    If the eyes hide an unspoken shame,

    The mouth's not going to call it out.

     

    Hang on there, I don't really get it,

    What's this unspoken shame u mention?

    I grew up sister, do you remember,

    I'm not an insolent child in detention?

     

    I'm practically flying amongst angels,

    With my permanent fixture - the halo,

    Since I'm kinda very high up there,

    All the fellow mortals seem, way low.

     

    Supposedly, I have the better life,

    My pasture, always the greener one,

    The past is full of achievements,

    And the present, just full of fun.

     

    Nah, that's just the brain fooling ya,

    U don't believe that's really the deal?

    At the end of the day, your choice,

    But why not have the truth revealed?

     

    The past is fine and the present would do,

    But the future's the real question mark,

    You don't have a plan, no clue at all,

    Trust me, it's going to be quite stark.


    What got you here, The Lord alone knows,

    You can confuse it with 'your' actions,

    You haven't really progressed in life,

    Not even moved ahead a mere fraction.

     

    You can call it contentment or destiny,

    As you choose either of the two pretence,

    You're really not fooling anyone else,

    I wouldn't call it the soundest defense.

     

    Being human is all about the action,

    Holding the verb right in your hands,

    Use it as a shovel, a sword or a pen,

    Whether it's your career or romance.

     

    Hmm, okay, you got a point there,

    But I'm not debating it's veracity,

    I put in all my might whatever I do,

    Sometimes the question is the capacity.

     

    There are just so many lessons to learn,

    The platter sometimes is about that full,

    Sometimes you just need to take a break,

    From the perpetual heart and mind duel.

     

    It certainly is no reason or type of shame,

    The eyes must have better things to hide,

    Don't be so hard on your poor self always,

    While you're on it, just enjoy the ride.

     

    The face is fine and so is the mirror,

    Sometimes it's just that the eyes are tired,

    For what we can't see, we tend to fear,

    To doubt ourselves, we seem to be wired.

     

    Take it easy my oh-so vulnerable sistah,

    I guess it's 'balance' u may wanna chase,

    Smile, cry, feel, think and all that you do,

    Just remember that life's really no rat race!

  • Heaven

    Crying with my heart;
    Smiling with my eyes;
    Whistling in my mind;
    Stifling all my sighs.

    Out of body feeling,
    Shiver down my spine;
    Thoughts escape to my lover,
    For whose presence I pine.

    Earth, water and air,
    Are building a fire.
    Visible, but out of touch,
    Pulsating the desires.

    Heaven deep within me,
    In the valley of bliss,
    Smooth touch of the wind,
    Like a tender loving kiss.

    Words now escape me,
    Inarticulately I just feel,
    As I close my eyes to see heaven,
    The headiness makes me reel.

  • My Spare Part

    It was a divine moment when I set my eyes on you,
    For up until then, my line of sight had caught very few.
    It was so long back, I can’t remember exactly when,
    But my heart knew, with whom days n nights I’d like to spend.

    At first it may have been a friendship when I just saw u often,
    But gradually in your magic spell my world began to spin.
    I have been happy with the world but happier with you,
    ‘Coming home”, it turned out, had a definition anew.

    Over the years our relationship has grown stronger,
    And sometimes I still wish time spent with u each day was longer.
    With you having grown sleeker, slimmer and more fun,
    How could anyone doubt that you are my special one? ;)

    When I needed support, you were always there for me,
    With your kind eyes melting away my misery.
    Your tales of hope, grit, pain, joy n love,
    Transported me to a cozy place where I felt enveloped.

    You weren’t preachy but certainly haven’t preached in vain,
    Unlike for others, for you I never experienced disdain.
    What have I experienced for you, you may ask?
    And here I realize you have never put me to a task.

    But today is different when I see you holding still,
    You’re still smiling at me yet your eyes are a-fill.
    This subsurface pain that is paralyzing you today,
    ‘The task’ I realize, is to convey that it’s no more welcome to stay.

    Don’t you worry my love, you’ll be good in no time,
    We’ll celebrate your comeback with cherries and wine.
    Just remember your special place in my heart,
    But for u I’d be a broken machine as you’re my spare part.