The wind will change direction
Someday you will feel my heart breaking
Someday you will hear my tears
Tag: wind
She will be loved
She dredges her feet
mumbling
she staggers
striking the pavement
she has been crying
running from the shadows
on the wall that enters her
room at night to mount her
she is reeking of alcohol
whiffs of wind blows
it into the faces of passersby
recede from her
she had a dream of a world
with the loves of her life
and here she is jumping from bed to bed
in the arms of others’ love
My first poem of 2011. Started on a sad note. This is a story of a woman I met few years ago.
In the shadow
A shrill cry
from here
there
overhead
never ending
pain in the cry
tear-stained cheeks
pleading
nails
claw the walls
to come out
of the shadows
where beauty
burns to ashes
cries drown in the walls
prayers sway with the wind
mercy is unheard of
waiting for a saviour
who never comes
to the blood-stained shadows
while death awaits
ready to pounce for
ever
growing shadows
move in the darkness
drawing blood tears
beating up the spirit
till it snaps under torture
(of rape)
and the namesake
law protectors laugh evil
at their success
of breaking the
spirit of a human
they pledged to protect
forever
they shall remain in shadows
[Started in May, 2010, completed tonight.]
In the path he walked
- Redon Odilon (Hope I don’t get sued for using this picture. :D)
She treks up the hill
hikes down in the vales
bounces along on the plain
wades through river
braving rain and storm
shadowing the sun
blowing in the direction of the wind
all in the same path he walked
all in the hope
to catch a glimpse of him
if she followed the path he took
she has done it before
she is doing is now
sure she will do again
she has answers to find
for all the questions he left her with
she has a remedy to find
for the ache he left her with
she has got to find a way
to stop her tears
finally
with the rise of the moon
she retires under a tree
a long journey awaits her
she has a quest to fulfill
[Inspired by some random footprints in the sand; a fatherless daughter. As I didn’t jot down the lines, I forgot most of the lines I wove in my thoughts. ]
No Man is an Island
I stand alone
with the sky above and
the ground beneath
I want to reach the sky
but the ground holds me strong
wonder how I came to be here
alone
the breeze flutters my leaves
but I fear the strong wind
from the river
threatens to uproot me
there is no one to defend me
’cause I stand alone
[Entered for Thursday Poets Rally Week 34 (December 2-8) 2010.]
And they held me
This poem is entered for Monday Poetry Potluck [29/11/2010] at Jingle Poetry and the theme for this week is Nature: Plants, Creatures and the Cosmos.
The fog sets into the valley
a light drizzle is on *Kanglung
on yellowing leaves
a sign of the setting of summer
rise of autumn
In the distance the birds sing
the song of the approaching season
the song of human lives
the song of my loneliness
and a sign of the approaching woods
I walk the path into the woods
my gateway to solace
the cold wind stings my face
small pearl like droplets
of water in my hair
lose themselves
like I lost myself in life
My nose takes in the familiar
raw smell
of the living woods mixed with dust and
roving smoke from the chimneys of
the village down in the vales
I try to see through the fog
I see the silhouettes
of trees, my companion of years
in happiness and in sorrow
coming into view
Their branches reach forth
to touch me as always
to reassure me of
finer things tomorrow
to brush away
my pain of today
It’s like they know
why I haunt like a spirit among them
I feel no words in my mouth
as tears tighten my throat
choking me
The wind blows
as if to tell me
to cry my heart out
I feel the branches
embrace me
like the arms of a friend
warm and comforting
on a cold evening
as the rain showers down
it drips by the side of my face
I cry rain mingled with tears
The wind howls mad through the
trees at that moment
drowning my sobs
like a friend they are
covering my embarrassment of
having to cry out loud
As I walk homeward I hear the
leaves rustle and the wind
whisper in my ears
to come back again
the branches stroke my face
the wind howls
I understand why
*Kanglung : A place in Bhutan
[I started this poem in 2003 and completed in 2009]
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