Thursday, July 13, 2017

Drapes of Love











 Draping around my waist,


 Your hands straighten up,

                                                              The pleats of my saree



                                                         Around you move in my gaze,

                                                     Fingers play like on strings of a guitar,

                                                      Leaving me slowly in bewilderment...



                                                               Your favourite colour,

                                                                 You did never tell,

                                                  But you eye for that special one always.



                                                         Finally you touch my shoulder,

                                                            Leaving the end at its place.



                                                           It sways away in the breeze,

                                                                 Falling off in grace.



                                                           You eye for another chance,

                                                              To touch the ends again.



                                                     To place it again over my shoulder,

                                                               Holding it around me.



                                                                 Awestruck...I am

                                                                   In your gaze.



                                                                 Draped in Love

                                                       Touched by the meeting gaze.


                         


                          


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Tuesday, July 11, 2017

Does SOUL have a Gender?




















Does soul have a
gender?


It is the body
that takes over...


In each birth


An envelope of
visual difference


Eyes see


Skin feels


But what is same?


The deep seas


Holding nothing...


To something...


To everything


Beyond sense of
understanding.


If this envelope
burns...


How will you see
me?


Have you thought ever...


The beautiful or
ugly?


It doesn’t matter
then.


The usual 


And the
extraordinary


Is all same


Beneath...


Below...


Deep...


To the abyss,


Where darkness
and light


Melt in the
profound.


To sink, to
drench


To become free


Of what holds
everything


In place,
sabotaged...


Hostage...


Enslaved.


Does soul have a
gender?


To love you as a
woman?


Or to love you as
a man?


But to love, is
it necessary?


For me to be
opposite of YOU?


To complete the
half that’s not You,


Or to be like You


To repel the love
attraction.





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Wednesday, June 28, 2017

Second Chance...


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I never thought that time will fly like this and I would not be able to cherish the moments that I deserve. My little girl is now no more little but has grown into a lady....intelligent, smart and beautiful. But with time, Diana has become so quiet... and I wondered why. Sometimes, you think that your children would tell you all that happen to them...but they don't because they need space...to live their own life.



Falling in love is like a fashion nowadays....and with college going kids, it is sometimes a matter of status.The truth is that this duration destroys much of their scope for studies and a good career.

And falling out of love is equally disastrous...it destroys a healthy mentality and self confidence. and my dear little girl ... she didn't say but ... her eyes said all......her sorrow.



I couldn't get angry on her as I know it would worsen her condition ....she needs a shoulder to just cry out and feel light.And my biggest failure is that I didn't let her understand this hard rule of life that one must go on....



"Love is a feeling...to be felt but not to be possessed because possession makes it vulnerable.Feelings are free...they dwell in hearts and that is why they are beautiful. We might not understand that attractions do not merely mean anything but in course of time, we go through a pain which is another emotion... a feeling. But the truth is that we are so much occupied by the sadness that we cage this pain in our hearts. And we totally change the meaning of Love.

Leave the right to possess the person you love.... and you shall always be happy to be in love. You might never forget the person because with him/her you had a wonderful time...which cannot be snatched away . It's a moment of peace...a never ending moment of happiness, which brings radiance on your face. The glow of which is so pure....so true, that never can anyone make you happy like that."



And then she suddenly turned towards me to ask," Mom... do you love Dad in the same way?"



The minute of silence was like ages for me and my lips struggled to say anything.

 A voice behind me intruded before I could start," Sometimes... broken hearts need a lot of time to heal my dear! And when they do...they are stronger than ever to be broken down because we pick up each shattered piece...place them carefully and fix them with pure love.... and give them time and care to heal. Broken pieces may have cracks and stains but they hold stronger....scars are the proof of our struggle but not our failure. Second chances are very difficult but people get stronger . They know the pain endured in the first time. So, second time, the heart is all prepared.

SO.... buckle up!!!This is not the end.....He rejected you....move on...don't stay where you are...but as your mom says- Love is a feeling, not to possess a person but the feeling of being in love. And that is how it should be! "



Her dad said the best words ever to boost her spirit...as she wiped her cheek and hugged him....a jitty feeling hovered over me and I was caught in his gaze, his muffled voice touched my ears,"You can never forget your first love...the first kiss and the the first drops of rain of the season.."

My breath struggled to get free but my eyes glistened with the petrichor of the first love lost in the crowds of memories....my voice finally stripped of its loudness spoke in a husky tone," I regret why it wasn't you?"



" It was always you....my first and last...and I don't regret I wasn't your first because I waited for you... and somehow I was destined to be yours." His words and his warm embrace made me realise that second chance in love is a beautiful thing....the sweetness of love is never less...it is our hearts that do not open and accept it but... I have found peace in the love that I have got and I hope Diana too understands this and....accepts life and love as they are!



(C) Ravinder Kaur

   

     28-06-2017



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Tuesday, June 27, 2017

To my dead Friend






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I am really disturbed with your absence dear...I think am feeling your pain...piercing deep into my heart...your words still echo in the silent corridor...crawling sluggishly...but still not reaching out of the door of my heart...I feel you are still alive but no....no more your smile caresses my smile...the lump in my throat is struggling to call your name...eyes following the crowd ....taking you over their shoulder...to burn you ...until no flesh remains on your bones... the ashes they would collect ... to immerse in waters faraway...


your pyres ...burn my heart....the flames rise to burn me...but the irony is that I cant show anyone my burns...my soul bears all the scars...I am whipped... strangled...suffocated...but still am living....like a shameless creature...like a haunted mansion...and you pierce my soul every night...with your giggles and those soaked eyes hiding your pain..when the last time you said...I am ok!



(C) Ravinder Kaur


21-05-2017






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Torn Apart...



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Apart .... a part...of me! Torn ...distorted ! Dismantled...destroyed....Me!


Apart.... a part ...of me! Subdued...refused!
Ignored...punished...Me!
Apart... a part...of me! Seldom!
Do I think...of me!
I give...never ask...only plead...to let me free!
I am your life...your home...your food...you're part of Me!




09-06-2017






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Kaafiya Milaao's prompt : It takes much time to kill a tree...



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It takes much time to kill a tree,
To forget the shade once you sat in,
And pull out each leaf.



It takes much time to kill a tree,
To forget the fruits once relished...
And cut each branch


It takes much time to kill a tree
To collect all memories
Untying those ropes from the swing


It takes much time to kill a tree
To ward off the laughter
To forget the tears you once shared with.


It takes much time to kill a tree
To shake off those hiding moments
In the game of hide and seek


It takes much time to kill a tree
To forget that hearts you made
With initials of your crush within.


It takes much time to kill a tree
Upon whose branches rested a nest
Chirping birds in the season green


It takes much time to kill a tree
Under which you dug a pit
And hid those letters of love disease.


It takes much time to kill a tree
Who was your confidant
In whom you felt safe with secrets deep.


It takes much time to kill a tree
Who was your companion once
Who today looks at you with grief.


It takes much time to kill a tree
It should...
For in it you'll kill everything you had...
Moments....unforgettable...



16-06-2017





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Anonymously Yours...









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Some nights became anonymously yours without my permission....they belong to you....your thoughts....but my days live in fear .... of losing you!


Because in darkness... the echoes of fears fade away....and heart lights up with millions of glittering dreams....that promise me that we would never part...we would always dilute in each other like the ink in water....like the sound of me in you!




20-06-2017






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Life is a withering winter

 When people ask me... do I still remember you? I go in a trance, my lips hold a smile and my eyes are visible with tears about to fall. I r...