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what is Life without you?
a mere solo sojourn
without a companion
to watch and protect me from harm, from ridicule
from my "don't know any better" self...
I try my darndest to hide my crooked smiles
I respond no more then with the politest of nods
my voice still made soft and lady-like
youth saw laughter ring freely from my lips
modesty habitually muffles mirth
with my once ring adorned hand
i cry when I can, for you of course, for you.
i cry for me too, but somethings never change
the sighs, no less redolent with sorrow
just because they echo of relief
the signs left by you
are no less faded
than what you liked to believe.
the pain
no less forgotten
than what I forgave...
what is Life without you....
what was Life with you?
A big question!!!
What word has the tear ever spoken
that you, without ever hearing its name
know its plaintive cry
as if it has once flown from your own eye?
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Behold the cries of your foe
how alike they are
to that of a friend or kin
what mind mutes
their pleas
that alone make clear
what no word ever spoken could?
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what mercy
do you seek in the eyes
of the One
when you are blind to
the ones that
were created as you?
Partiality!!!
Hello Maam, as always am grateful and indebted to you for your comments, can I ask what you meant by partiality please, just to understand for myself :)Quote:
Originally Posted by pavalamani pragasam
Coming upon a web
I find the knots all familiar...
only the knotter seems amiss.
for i am that knotter,
yet my home is all but gone from
where it was neatly tied.
and here i find not
an innocent imitation
but what my own fingers
wove.
re-placed without being replaced.
you might as well have
unraveled my work
and broken the very
fingers whose
meagre skills
you aim to take
and display
as yours.
a beat
keeps
competing
with the
beat that
beats within
releasing
its restless
ruminations
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a tune
keeps
seeping
into the
silence of
a sleepless night
soothing its
fretful sleepers
++++++
a melody
offers its
magic
as a much
needed
lullaby
Didn't I answer to this post? What happened to it?Quote:
Originally Posted by Querida
Here again: the same tear is looked upon differently depending on the person shedding it.
What an insightful observation PP Maam, very true indeed!
(Thanks for posting your comment again).
As old friends, we meet again...
Much has passed between our speechless glances.
Much that sums up how life has been to us.
Much that will not pass our lips in explanation.
Much more that we will feign to keep silent.
For as our strides come to match
and as our memories unravel
in nostalgic streams before us,
the lock of time and due formality
will fade hazily from thought.
And that once so strongly
felt friendship and trust
will beam once more:
now less bright and eager
now less trustful and open.
Nevertheless upon this
floating down childhood
and its glossed and glowing naivete,
the familiar gestures,
the mundanity of each other's laughter,
the comforting close gaze kept for one another,
stand worn well
before the test of time.
Exactly! I've experienced it!
the grass on the other side
doesn't just look greener...
it looks lush and nourishing...
full of dew and promise...
complete and whole...
safe and reassuring...
calm and content...
peering over to the
other side
it's really not that bad...
not lush but not barren.
not complete but insecure.
not content but hopeful.
Ask, so that I can say:
that we
stand on the
same side of the fence
in different places...
though I hardly can believe it myself.
Sagacious!
Nachhhuu!!!!Quote:
Originally Posted by Querida
drips meet drops
ready for their descent
they wink and cascade
pooling in bubbly puddles below.
eddies of soil edged trails
swirl as if stirred
blooming up like
misty miso soup.
fogged up windows
finger-graffitied
offer thumbprint lanes
of the outside grey.
Descriptive and poetic rainy scene!
The Sun spreads around
Like a warm, fragrant batter.
Buttering up the streets
With its yellow rays of honey.
It softly alights upon
Every verdant blade of grass,
Every newborn bud,
Every sprightly sprout,
Every bloom of blossoming colour.
The wind replies jauntily
Tousling, tussling, teasing...
The sky beams brightly,
The clouds clasp in meeting,
fresh and jubilant.
All dawning their best
to welcome
The Spring Maiden’s Golden Arrival
Pure joy!!!
i chanced upon
the sleeping heads
all tucked up
and never to awake
whipped to the ground
pale blushing pink
turned smudgy-rot brown
their heady fragrance silent
seeped uselessly into the unyielding ground
their laurels un-spread
their petals un-shed
these are the buds
of the windswept
tree-wept magnolia.
am i to be grateful
that i have found you (again)
knowing somehow that (we)
shared a journey together (once)
in a time that is beyond this life
but in the here and (now)
we can only (hope) to
wonder (how?)
whatever ties still bind
are weaker (still...)
yet strong enough
to prove
you're there
as you were (here with me)
some (life) before.
Strained!?
Beautiful pathos!Quote:
Originally Posted by Querida
:D :oops: I was trying to imply the feeling of knowing someone (like you've known them all your life/perhaps even in a past life...) and meeting them again (in this life) and knowing that you share a connection with them.Quote:
Originally Posted by pavalamani pragasam
you said you would return when your luck was changed...
and so i thought when does luck ever remain?
when did life ever wait to change its plot?
when did fate give anyone another thought?
when did one's allotted lot
ever deem what dreams were sought?
what demons were fought?
what cares were fraught?
what life lessons were taught?
what chances were caught?
what denials were bought?
what destinies were wrought?
what soul has ever waited for naught...?
here i await the mystery.
Against the dark night sky
blanketed by
a haze of seamless clouds...
There,
taut and open
ready to catch
a moon ray
or perhaps
a shooting star...
Their cupped petals
lush and lucent
powdery soft
roseate
dainty and distinct
against the chill air...
They gaze as I do
between the budding branches
into the moon's
shyly hidden face.
i can hardly see the moon
knobby branches
stretch their limbs
posturing, posing
finally adorned
after left bare and
wracked by the bitter winds
sprigs and sprays
of tiny blooms
drop silently
as tendrils and leaves
unfurl and breathe
the creeper wonders
where shall it go?
where all will it seek to grow?
too soon the petals fall
embellishing the sidewalk crevices
clustering themselves amongst the grass
collecting upon the dull sheened window-shields
cinching themselves between the driveway cracks
Detergent fragrance fills the still night air...
Rhyming with sense!Quote:
Originally Posted by Querida
Peeping Toms? Joking!Quote:
Originally Posted by Querida
Keen observations!Quote:
Originally Posted by Querida
to be found
if only to be known
to be lost
if only to be loved
to be left
if only to be remembered
to be forgot
if only to be broken
to be gone
if only to be sought
to be wanted
if only to be needed
to be
if only to be
she has lost
what she wants most
what she felt
she always was to have
she bides her time
and asks of fate
why she wants
what she does not know
why she feels
what she does not know
for what
she's never near knowing
but awaits
to know
wishes come with deadlines
realize their ephemeral entry
into your constructed reality
wishes inspire and expire
embrace these experiences
let them en-golden your
ordered existence
wishes are mentors
each heavy with foreshadowing
each laden with wisdom
each a catalyst
eager to alter
your perceived essence
of this world
wishes cannot be captured
realize they
are but restless nomads
sweeping
away their footsteps
as they leave...
Very true!
there's always more to achieve
and yet the question remains
can you?
there's always more that is expected
and still the question asks
should you?
there's always more that is wanted
and the question repeats
would you?
there's always more to do
and the question reminds
have you?
there's always more to be known
and the question persists
will you?
there's always more to be found
and the question inquires
could you?
But for this 'more' factor in our search life will will become dull and purposeless!!!
Truer words have not been spoken :DQuote:
Originally Posted by pavalamani pragasam
there i am
plain to see
all my mysteries
laid bare
clothed with words
and wrapped within
their layers
synaptic sparks
and vesseled waves
all their messengers
lost in translation
secrets shushed
and kept within
all their ties
unbound and
found in realization
Tryst with one's own self!!!
now that i know
that what i want
comes only in snatches
stolen moments
i rewind and play
i rewind and play
to keep them from
fading away
now that i know
that i have always got
what i wished for
bitterly learned
and sweetly lived
i forward and pause
i forward and pause
to keep them from
being rewished
now that i know
that i always dream
of what i will not have
ideal streams
of deep pictured slumber
that i edit and record
that i re-edit and re-record
to know what is safe
and what is reality.