Indigo

[Querida]

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.

[pavalamani pragasam]

Strained!?

[pavalamani pragasam]

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.

Beautiful pathos!

[Querida]

Strained!?

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.

[Querida]

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.

[Querida]

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.

[Querida]

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...

[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.

Rhyming with sense!

[pavalamani pragasam]

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.

Peeping Toms? Joking!

[pavalamani pragasam]

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...

Keen observations!