Messiah…..

It is true that,

She is her own messiah….

That she has purged her own self,

Of plagues and despair

That threatend to take her breath away…..

 

It is true that,

She is her own divinity.

That she has uplifted her soul

When all belief and love

Was challenged and abused every day…..

 

It is true that

She is her own messiah,

And has taken the highest wave….

That most men were scared

To ride upon lest they should sway…..

 

It is true that

She is her own Sun,

Who has, with deliberate ease,

Hovered  through the darkest dungeon,

Dazzling it with a blinding ray…….

 

It is true that

She is her own reason,

To smile, love and be merry,

And has learnt it hard…..

That nothing can forever stay…..

 

 

March…

It is March,

The month of her Spring,

When a soothing cold breeze…

Whiffs away the demons within.

 

It is March,

The season of her smile,

When every flower beckons at her with…

A promise divine.

 

It is March,

The return of her being,

When gushing daisies…..

Rustle and bespeak perforce,

Words of true love.

 

It is March,

The echo of her soul,

When valleys smile…

Enamoured by her will,

And demure persistence.

 

— Shalini.

Affirmations #13

To take a leap of faith and invest in whims,

To ride beyond the tracks which lead to inns,

To know steadfastness is a virtue,

That is awed and worshipped.

To not wonder where the end is…

To rest in my own hermitage,

To not wait for approval,

To type as long as fingers cease to exist,

To be…

To be what I promised myself to be

A Hope-

In Adversity

A force-

In all deriding conservativity…..

Affirmations #3

A different view faces the house today

And as always –

He tells her not to pay heed,

To the change outside.

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But as always,

She puts her coffee mug down,

And sails away.

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Out, away, to see close up –

To feel, and then decide…

To go ahead,

And to come back –

Renewed, redefined…

But no more –

Undermined.

This was the day

Wait.

It’s just today

That she has given in
To the lost terrain
And has allowed
The creepers to block the way

It’s just today

That she has refrained
The flowers
From blooming

It’s just today

That the rain falls…
Her whims and fancies
Will finally give way

Tomorrow
A Hurricane….
Will follow…

Till then

We shall wait.

Nothingness

No,

She will not disappear into nothingness…

Her new found glory,

Is here to stay…

No,

She will not just be,

A beautiful rose,

In the pathway around your dwelling…

No,

She will not just be yours,

To fondle and love,

 

She will be the brightest moon

In the dark, night sky

The blazing Sun,

In the cold, winter morning…

 

She will be,

The mast,

The anchor,

The pivot…

 

She will be…

The air that you breathe…….

 

 

Relieved…..

via Daily Prompt: Relieved

 

 

Rumbles dying,

She has resurfaced

Sublime, with grace

Slightly rummaged….

 

What is this….

The lilting steps,

She glides with ease…

Every breath swells.

 

From where

He ceased to be,

She broke the tangles

And averred,

That this was a decree.

 

Every time

He recedes,

She paves further

Only this time……

She seems Relieved

 

She……

He couldn’t copy,

Her colors on one canvas….

So he painted the sky instead,

With shades of

Orange, blue, red and black.

 

She was all this

And more to him……

 

He couldn’t capture,

In one frame,

All her facets.

So he captured the sea instead

Calm, divine, unruly and wild.

 

She was all this

And more to him…