Poetry

She walks around the ceremonial fire In all her finery, in her wedding attire. Eyes downcast, hooded, shy and coy Shining with & yet hiding her desire.   Demurely yet assuredly, behind the boy She walks, her sadness tinged with joy. Bedecked in gold jewels, attired in yellow Do unbidden …

‘If only,’ I muse staring at nothing My conscience pricking, gnawing, Clutching at my remorseful heart Beating to torturous reminders.   The dark shadows of the past intrude, They creep up silently to my present They overwhelm, threaten to engulf Me in emotions that I have held at bay   …

Steal the quiet of the Star-spangled night; borrow the calm of the gently lapping sea Let the breeze billow through the trees. Sit; inhale the serenity of the predawn. Let it seep in though the pores of your skin let it run in your veins like a crimson tide, Swashing, …

Teetering on the brink of my rim fringed with curling lashes, Dissonant they wait tentatively seeking permission to flow. Perhaps the shadows of the past intrude, impinge on today? Creeping up in weak moments they lay siege on my heart.   My sodden lids bear the brunt of the sorrowful …

On a road oft traveled, the one that leads to something We all traverse, trudging on, plodding on in anticipation That it will lead us somewhere, to an end that is coveted. We walk, at times alone and single, at others with a mate Who in sickness and in health …

It echoes, it reverberates; the music; Unmindful I dance, in a tantric trance. Letting out frustration and all my angst As if one; I and my shadow romance.   We thump the floor, we ebb and flow Like a rowdy tide, crashing to shore. We gyrate, we undulate, all together …

Tippling down from the eaves, like a wine glass overflowing its rim; it undulates.   At times trailing a path from the roof, At others cascading down wilfully; It surges.   The sodden dusk bemoans, decries Separation from its lover, the sun; It pelts.   Sometimes it beats a staccato …

You entreat with a gentle swoosh, your charms beckon As you blow through harried lands, parched for your love Swishing through the trees you playfully swirl up leaves. They rise up; they dance around, like marionettes in act.   O wily wind you blow through my parched land and life …

And then one day the sun bled, hot tears like lava And the sunshine cried for her father, her mentor Tormented, they both looked upon beloved Earth She was dying, slowly, painfully.   Recoiling as if stung, he balked at her desecration He bemoaned her barren lands, her trickling rivers …

I emerge from the shadows of the past that have railed against my fates I shrug off old memories, I cast aside doubt, walk out of depressed gates. I peer, I look ahead to the future; confidently it meets my tentative smile It extends a kind hand, emboldens my resolve …