In a field of wild violets
He is my balmy lavender
Graceful, tranquil and trusting…
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Remain always…
In her heart he lives and shall remain always
Roaming freely in the wilderness of her emotions
Tugging at her deepest chords
Stirring a love so real and strong
In her heart he lives and shall remain always
Safe and secure
Free and fair
Loved and cared
In her heart he lives and shall remain always….
Hope
Here’s something I had composed a while ago. It’s not related to COVID-19 in anyway. I guess we all must be having an overdose of corona virus related news and write-ups. But if I decide to stretch this poem too have some connection with the current situation, it all can be summed up in the last two lines…Coz that’s what is keeping us afloat in this dark types. HOPE…
Saudade Day in Brazil
Finally found a word for all those mixed feelings!
Saudade: a word of Portuguese origin which describes a deep emotional state of nostalgic or melancholic longing for someone or something that might never return. A word that evokes a sense of loneliness and void.
In Brazil, Saudade Day is celebrated on January 30!
An Ode to the Imperfects
If you are a 90s kid born in India, you will remember how songs made us all fall in love with love. Music, especially the Bollywood romantic and the Hindi Pop, was a huge part of our childhood. We danced to the peppy tunes, hummed along with the singers, and played out make believe stories. I’m sure all of us must have longed to grow up and fall head over heels in love with someone just so that we could experience all those things expressed in the songs! Heck, I even wanted that certain someone to sing those songs to me…
Midnight Musings
Isn’t it funny how some random-est of things can get you thinking? It all started when my friend asked me when I would rather be missed by someone. It was such a weird question.
“After I die” I blurted out laughing.
Silence #writephoto
The ocean inspires many things. Here’s my entry for the Weekly Photo Prompt hosted by Sue Vincent.
Silence
I stood on the edge of ecstasy
As you wrapped your arms around me
Easing into your ebb and flow
Like a ship at the high sea
Drifting Woods
Some love stories are meant to be incomplete…
Timing
They say ‘When the time’s right, things will work out. Trust the timing of your life.’ But what if life has it all wrong? What if what was actually meant to be will now never be because the clock struck off wrong or the stars didn’t align properly? Does timing and fate really matter?
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People ask me why my poems are full of unfulfilled love. Always asking if I am sad, hurt or just incapable of writing anything remotely happy. But I think there’s a certain kind of beauty in sadness. There is beauty in longings and beauty in separations. Here’s yet another poem and yes as always it is a bit sad. It talks about tainted unfulfilled love and of loneliness that follows after a blissful union. Hope you all like it.
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