Look at you
Had you any inkling, of how original you were
How your curvy tresses, unkempt, were the cascades of Eden
And how you uttered words of supposed cacophony that launched ships
Did you know
That it did not matter how they looked at you
But it does matter how you see yourself
Look at you, rising from the wreckage, embracing storms…
Look at your threshold
At the Aurora you became, and the Sun in his chariot, seeking your aproval…
to ascend.
Just –
Look at you…
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…..
To still look up
At the blazing Sun
Even if it fires the sky.
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To not bother
If the glare is too harsh
But to find a secret shade.
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To never ask
Why,
Instead
To say,
I’ll try…
If I were to tell you
That wings are for free
That skies won’t thunder
And the Sun will not blind your eye
And that a soft breeze is going to pamper
Your heart and your soul
Will you then
Take the flight
And venture against
Gravity,
And all that held you back.
Tell me if wings were free
Would you then take the flight
Would you rise
Would you soar…
All gratitude to Eugenia’s weekly word Prompt Soar.
And yet, it is morning again,
The stars had beckoned….
Lovingly,
Had carressed all the pain…….
Invigorated love,
Desires afresh…..
Every star had smiled
Last night, in the dark mesh……
And yet, it is morning again
Where the night was autumnal,
When biting winds swept within;
And every heart was in denial.
Upon every dark night
The torch bearer is restless;
Brighter he has to shine,
With grace and with finesse……
And yet, it is morning again…..
The dark night perchance happened;
Having slipped into oblivion,
When hopes had been dampened……
So we move on from here,
Knowing this for certain;
Some treasures are too dear.
Did it not strike you
That this would one day
Come to an end
That the waves would recede
And the showers would descend
That the clouds would shed
Whatever little they held
That the storm would unleash
Over shores that fairies beheld
Did it not strike you
To capture the rays
Before the sun could set
How
How could you
Let it all be
As if
You had
The eternity…
– Shalini
For more short poems, read Messiah https://www.amazon.in/dp/1947697498/ref=cm_sw_r_wa_apa_fabc_GJPSMKVGG263RYTS09RR
Someday I will tell her
How much I long
To have her by my side….
Someday she will know
How every whiff of the wind
Feels like she breathed inside…
Sometimes I feel her
Slipping away
To places unheard of…
Sometimes I tell her so
And she shrugs
To say that is naught…
Someday I will take her
To places she
Would never have surmised…
Someday she will see
How much I gaze
At every line on her face…
Till I find her
And tell her
All about my whims
I wish
She is looking at
The same Sun
That meanders into her threshold
As well as mine…
“I have the sun in my enfolding”
Said the smallest lily to the sunflower….
“Oh how can it be, how can it be…….”, retorted the wrathful king….
“See how it peeps from behind the clouds
You will never know;
Shallowed by your pride
You will never know……
How he has warmed and brightened me up;
Yesterday he whispered in my ear,
That he loved my tiny frame.
He lifted me from the abyss
And helped me bloom like this……
His rays touch my heart
Everyday, so lovingly
And when he sets beyond the horizon
I feel a bit lonely…….
But when i close my eyes
And the night falls
He comes in my dreams
And all darkness he stalls
He leads me into the daylight
And i truly believe in his might……
See, he still winks at me
Beyond yonder clouds
I would like to believe, dear sunflower
That he reaches out to me…..”
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