Tag: past

Ruins of Pain

Thursday Poets Rally Week 35 (December 16-22)

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She dreamt of this moment
to stand and amend the past
to free herself from her pain

beholding the caved in roof
door to the past lost to time
windows forever debarred her pain

and a sadness sneaked in
unwept tears of the past flooded
her unexpressed grief

the walls had cracked with her desperation
the unmoving floor had buried her blood
the pillow had shrouded her shame

scores of years she fended her fears
and tended to her essence
the light at the end of the tunnel glowed brighter

 

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Life is fair

Courtesy: Sonam Palden

You stand in a moment
you are frozen
the gentle breeze of life
flutters the edges of your memories
you unfreeze
your roots grow deeper
into the ground of your past
your wings grow further
into the sky of the future
to see the silver linings
of clouds on a gloomy day
to realize every cloud has a silver lining
even during the darkest hour
then life stretches out
to take you in its warm embrace
for you are one of its child
it will teach you what you need to learn
but it will never put your way
what your heart cannot handle
life is fair

(Found in the dust collected collection from here and there.)

SPRING IN MY LIFE

Spending another night alone
watching a movie
it is raining in the movie
so it is raining outside
and my eyes rain down my face

The monsoon is almost on
seasons change
so it does in the movie
memories rain in my heart
seasons of my life change in my memories
will they change ever again?

I am not running away from life
life is running away from me
I watched my past run away from me
even my present seems to
no longer find its roots

I read a comment made in answer to my comment
‘What if I say all that glitters is not gold?’
I write, ‘Of course, “All that glitters is not gold,”
‘Just because everything isn’t gold,
‘Doesn’t mean we stop seeing the glitters in things around us
‘Why look only for gold?’
I continue, ‘And all that is dark and hard ain’t rocks.’

‘By spring I was my old self,’ says the lady in the movie,
I turn it off and go to bed
to dream of spring in my life

Late night. 23.03.10