Voice of silence

Until recently the tragedy that came in wake of Tsunami were memories from the distant past. 
The papers carried an article about a family that was reunited with its daughter after years of the destruction that Tsunami left behind. In the same breath I also read an article by Radha Krishnan on carbon footprint (refer to Deccan Chronicle 28th Dec 2011).The
article outlined a Danish firm's attempt to foray into the Indian retailing scenario in the late 90's. Per a survey amongst European nations stated therein, sale of cold food/beverages remained consistent through the year irrespective of seasons as their homes, offices and even cars are designed to maintain and regulate temperatures. Subsequently discussed was the carbon footprints these nations were leaving behind and India accounting for 5% of the planets harmful emissions.(We come in 5th).
Whilst composing the verses below, following the natural train of thoughts under the given context I couldn't help but rue that freebies go unappreciated and are taken for granted. Case in point. Our planet. Given to much abuse and misuse in the hands of mankind, under the guise of infrastructural and industrial development, nature's wrath is but our's for the asking ( actually, not asking).

The seas did not flood.

Only the sobs drowned

under the crashing waves.

She cried, relentlessly

even as she choked

and was yanked

smothered and mocked.

Yet she bore,

the burden of your weight,

silent and strong in distress

Yet nothing she gave,

you took,

sufficed to sate.

You wrecked her

till she lay barren.

Till there was pain and death

and now that her tears so freely flow

Oh! do you blame enough and how!!

But you never did pay any heed

Could you ever see beyond your need.

Does the price still seem worth?

Worth the greens and the blood?

The seas did not flood.

Only now does she bitterly weep

She was here,always,for you.

A gift, a blessing,

unconditional and kind

A love for you to keep.

The world I call my own

There's something

about this moment.

The wind. The smells.

The sights. The touch.

They stir. They tease.

And they awaken

the deepest of feel,

that lay dormant.

There's something

about this moment.

Everything around collude

to seemingly conspire.

and lead me here

where the writings are

on the wall,

in invisible ink,

all of my heart's desire.

The compelling surge.

The gentle ebb.

Tides, that,

sometimes caress,

sometimes crash

the shore.

Slowly and steadily

seeping in.

A yes. A No.

Of Rights. Of wrongs.

No matter.

I am here-

my world

and

the mystic beyond-

The horizon be

where they merge.

The Songstress...Prelude to a night

The day broke over the rim

exploding over the azure

in fuchsia and rust.

The pursuit far from over

But fly on I must.

Much wind beneath my wings,

The skies, relentless.

The rugged terrain, ruthless.

Deafening solitude

Spread over

unending miles.

All feeding off my soul

to sate their hunger.

My thirst,

unquenched, stings.

Just when I spiraled

off the dome.

Letting go of a lost cause.

Dazed. Weary.

Abruptly, though, forced off

instead on a scenic route

by a gust so strong.

Half dead, vaguely alive,

as it carried me home.

And I found my song

in the slope of your neck

the arch of your back,

My aching body

resting in your gentle embrace.

The night of love has

just begun

as I make my bed in your arms.

Letting go of everything

frozen in time for so long.

And I wept.

The cursed raven now

morphed to a nightingale.

The dusk draping

over the rim

licking vestiges of  day light.

The dark, a witness

of a fast broken

a promise kept

over a full moon.

And then I wept.

Do you know?

Would you know,
what it is like
to be both,
at shore yet at sea?
Curling in bitter
horror that love
is blind indeed.
Else,how din't I see?

What everyhing
between you and I
was coming to
an end this sad?
leaving me this empty,
costing me

everything I had?

Caught between
warring psyches.
Trapped in love.
And in my own heart!
Walking away
never to look back
even to say goodbye
as you depart.

You wouldn't
know any of this,
would you?
Having your heart
played with
and kicked about.
No.
I don't think you know.
I doubt.I doubt.

Nothing Less.Nothing More....and beyond.

It ain't much of dream.

Isn't it?

I dint ask

for any promises of

Cinderlla or Snow white,

did I?

Anything of grandeur

or magical as such.

It aint fair

you deny me

even that.

Even when

I dint ask for much.

But ,now,

all of that shall change.

Its been a long wait.

And

I will have it all.

No breath shall

leave me , until

you piece it all

together.

And I am not giving up

till you get off

your high horses.

Until I  have driven you

up the stone wall.

Then you will

see, I shall have it all.

What I asked for

and

what I dint,

Now or before.

Nothing less .

Nothing More.

Nothing less Nothing more

It ain't much

what I ask of.

Yet you deny me.

Not the riches.

Nor the fame.

I really dint ask

for anything as such.

What I ask of you?

It aint much.

I asked for

my hands

to be held.

A shoulder to lean.

To quell my doubts,

my fears.

Whispered assurances

when,inexplicably,

tears swelled.

I dont want to

walk alone.

I just want,

through the journey,

my hands held.

I am one of the millions

girl next door.

My wishes-

Simple.

Obvious.

At times,

pathetically unambitious-

just like most of them.

Nothing less.

Nothing more.

I wanted to be

anything but special

just let me be the

girl next door.

Nothing less

nothing more.

What did I do?

or did not.

That you won't

let me have my dream?

I asked for

a soul to share my

small world with,

someone

with whom-

all the love

life holds and

can give-

I can feel and

rightfully redeem.

Dear God, Don’t Pop my Bubble.

It may last awhile

but they color our world

In myriad hue

bringing joy

so long as it does

To me

and as much to you.

I close my eyes

wishing

that one could lock in it

the beauty of this world

and all things nice.

So I know each time

I see the ugly side,

it’s still a better place

to be in,

worthy to weather

the rough ride.

Freeze it in time

as something for me

to remember this by.

I hope you are listening!

I wish

there be always

a song in our hearts,

flights of will and

an open sky.

Dream of a nightmare

Does that happen to you?

Every now and then, 

often maybe?

Just when you think

you had it all,

all under control,

glowing in the smugness

of knowing it.

That one is kicked,

deep in the gut.

Knocking the wind off.

Caught-

in a vortex of disbelief-

unguarded and unaware.

When one is sold to the

grand spread of deceit,

The distant bells toll.

It's peals ringing truth 

into your ears

and shivering soul,

like the quaking,slurred speech

of a wizened soothsayer.

And you run 

from

the hideously

gnarled veins on that

bony frame.

And you run from it all

while the distant bells toll.

You struggle

to flee out of reach.

They grasp you,

and lay it all naked and bare.

Whispering in hushed tones,

that waking or not,

some dreams 

do come true,but ,

every now and then

so does a nightmare.

So, does that happen to you?

At times, maybe,

 when you are asleep,

when you are unguarded,

unaware?

Was that a dream? 

A nightmare?

Or dream of a nightmare?

Precarious affections - An ode in retribution of love much lost....

I intend to let you know,

how much I love you,

despite,

your feigned ignorance,

and I shall make your

life miserable

till you drop

that exaggerated pretense.

You thought

you could move on,

get by,breezing past

like I were thin air

that your couldn't see?

Mistaken as you are

and pay you shall.

Only this time

not with rotten,

dated notions of romance

fed to a gullible me.

Don't you see

Why I am doing this?

Out of love.

Love ;

Indeed,you'll see.

The very one you

faked,and

there shall be no letting go,

till you come

back,crawling

on all four.

Begging me back in your

life unto death,

this time in earnest,

going down,

down on your knee.

Remember,

the other day?

when you chided

in passing-A coward-

to not go after

what I wanted?

Well,you better leave

a good eye to

watch your back

because I am right there

making sure you forfeit

every blessing

you thought

you had counted.

I intend to let you know,

how much I love you,

despite,

your feigned ignorance,

and I shall make your

life miserable

till you drop

that exaggerated pretense.

hasta la vista!

There have been

one too many,

yet to you

its the hardest

good bye to say.

To cherish though

I have

your warm embrace,

snug in your arms,

the rhythm of your breath;

gentle and soft

on my face.

The smell of you,

ever so faint,

that lingers

long after

I am on my own.

The almost telepathic way
you find me,

inconsequential talks

of pretense

only to assure me

of your presence.

The gruff shrug ,

"nothing"

you say.

You know

I love you

all the more

for it,

the curve of your

drooping shoulder included,

because

I know

I am never alone.

None of that change,

no matter

how far,

from you,

I am ,away,

I couldnt bid you farewell,

anyday,

its, indeed,

the hardest

good bye to say.

Abyss

The vain mind

Seeing invisible,

only imperfections

Plagued by doubt,

bewitched by illusion,

in mirrors ,in eyes,

in reflections.

A greater loss of sight,

Unnoticed, unseen.

The distortions ,within ,

of a soul,

from beautiful to ugly,

reminiscent of

lost battles,and

the journey between.

Context and Inspired by

In Greek mythology, Narcissus was a handsome Greek youth who had never seen his reflection. The nymph Echo had been punished by Hera for gossiping by being cursed to forever "have the last word". Echo had seen Narcissus walking through the forest and wanted to talk to him, but because of the curse she wasn't able to speak first. When Narcissus became thirsty and stopped to take a drink, he saw his reflection in the water for the first time. Not knowing any better, he fell in love and started talking to it. Echo had been following him and started repeating the last thing he said. Not yet understanding reflections, Narcissus thought his reflection was speaking to him and became more engaged. Unable to consummate his love, Narcissus pined away at the pool and changed into the flower that bears his name, the narcissus.

And from the immensely readable…….

The narcissism epidemic: living in the age of entitlement By Jean M. Twenge, W. Keith Campbell

The Drama of the gifted Child by Alice Miller.

I was reading an article about how vanity is not merely a trait but a terminal mental affliction for celebs who shun the outside world as they age because they rather people remember them for their beauty from the heydays. And how it is very nearly fatal...The same goes for the runway models and ballerinas who are obsessed with perfectionism, risking their mental and physical health by pushing them to inhuman limits.

Romeo and Juliet

Juliet

The heart ,too ,

has seasons.

One to meet,

to part,

To make up

and fight.

Yet

all it takes to live

is love,

Not reasons.

Romeo

I know not

what gloom awaits

If it is willed so,

even in death,

parted in body,

but in soul ,

though,

we shall remain ,

in love,

conjoined fates.