Floating Feathers

floating feathers

 

Two white feathers, blowing from nowhere

Dancing in the air, total surrender

To the fancies of the wind

Each with a story to tell

Of precious moments in a journey, of tears, of smiles.

 

Blown from nowhere, but brought together

By a Providence whose purpose an eternal mystery

But still they decide to get along

And dance they did to the music of the wind

Two white feathers they be.

 

The synchrony, the harmony, the grace of a dance

Unique, yet danced a million times

By lovers of yore, since a time stretching behind

One that all living creatures in love

Yearn to dance, wired in their being.

 

The pure joy of merging, molding and entwining

Of becoming one, with their tiny hearts fusing

At times separating, stretching, floating lazily

Still held together by that tiny strand of love

A dance so rapturous, so joyously they do.

 

The whole cosmos submerged in heavenly music

The chatter of the leaves, the thud of falling fruits

Adding rhythm and rhyme to the lover’s song

A petal flew from afar, swayed to their tune

Then flew off in search of its own mate.

 

Then the wind grew tired, stopped her singing

The two floating lovers stunned to stillness

Dropped down to the earth, lying off each other

On the harsh ground, along with stones and thorns.

 

When the wind blew again off they floated

But as strangers, not wanting to create again

The heady whirling of a passionate dance

Each in their separate ways, yawning

Not bothering to wave goodbye

Two floating feathers, blowing to nowhere.

 

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Forgiveness

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Accusing eyes, chiding voices all around

Bravely I put on my mask of nonchalance

Which I keep handy, when fingers point at me.

But behind the mask a new wave of emotion

Surges with force, shattering my soul to fragments.

 

Each passing year etches another line on my face

Another silver streak painted in my curtain of hair

Memories, memories bringing joy or pain

As each petal of my heart slowly unfolds

A day I wish to relive, or one I wish to erase

 

I seem to have ripened, as I no longer cry

When a sparrow flies away or a butterfly flits by

I no longer ache when blooming flowers fade

For I know that tomorrow holds more of the same

Lives change, yes, but new life emerges, as always.

 

Yes, I seem to have ripened, I easily forgive

A taunt, a snide remark, a little venomous lie

I’ve ceased to complain when the fruits of my labour

Are taken for granted, dismissed as mundane

Like air, water, sunshine. They never complain.

 

But have I really ripened? I wonder

For I cower in fear, crouch in shame

Suddenly I feel raw, vulnerable, unsure

This little child in me, still the same

Refusing to grow, mature, and wizen.

 

Denying time and again that life is my school

That each dawning day is just another lesson

Learnt by making mistakes, slipping once in a while

But no, the child herself becomes the Master

Strict and unforgiving, bringing down the cane.

 

Punishing master, tormented pupil

Both housed in the same body

The body, the temple of the soul they say

With the constant schism between stern master and fearful child

What becomes of the soul? And of the temple?

 

Anguished pleas for forgiveness, of no avail

Master Guilt strikes hard with his iron rod

Accusing eyes, chiding voices all around

But no, they are within me, in my private world

Guilt assuming mountainous form, crushing my heart.

 

“God” I cry, “Do you not see this helpless child?”

“Yes”, He says “I see you, for I am within and without.”

“Tis you who do not see me, for you house monsters like this”

“Who go by the name of Guilt, Shame and Unworthiness

Feeding upon your soul, fat and ugly parasites.”

 

“Forgive, forgive yourself, see the beauty within”

“For I have planted little jewels in every one of you”

“With each crack of your heart these jewels can shine through”

“But tis your own will to dig up these gems”

“Clean and polish them as to let their sparkle out.”

 

“The monsters within are nothing but darkness”

“Lack of light to which you yourself add shape”

“You see them within, you see them without”

“Choose now to dissolve them with your own light”

For seen through forgiving eyes, the whole world becomes bright.”

 

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Painting: The Dance of the Soul by Galina Grygoruk (Saatchi Art)

Falling out of love

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The gaze which seemed to pour out love

Love like the cool mist against my visage

Love like an unearthly element

Which enveloped my whole being and more

Penetrating my core and permeating unto my spirit in the heavens.

 

Suddenly this love beckons me not

To bask in your cool breath, in your warm sunshine

It holds not the tenderness, though I know t’is there

Softness once so familiar for which I ached

Now simply a strange sensation, totally alien and empty.

 

Fragrance which was heady and light

Transporting me to a paradise solely ours

No more does it fan me, like the silky feathers it used to be

Alas, the fragrance I still sense, like the mundane scents

Of a life mundane with chores and strain

But t’is the paradise I lost.

 

Have I fallen out of love?

Your love which cocooned me like the mother of pearl

Keeping me safe and iridescent

My luster intact during the darkest hours.

 

Have I grown more lustrous? More luminous

That I need to shed your love?

Like the pearl, the moth, the glistening serpent

Like the child in the womb, who despite the nourishing love

Can no longer withhold falling into this world of sorrow and joy?

And everything in between?

 

Have I fallen out of your love?

Has my heart, the keeper of my feelings

Had its fill that it feels satiated

Beyond a contentment that it repels your love?

 

A love so sublime, so rapturous it was

Spiraling into dizzying heights of exploding stars

“Ephemeral” “illusive”, we console bosom friends

Burning in the flames of scorned love

I search for words to justify my heart

Keeping aloof with that of the other

Don’t you sense, my love, that you transformed into “the Other”?

 

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Painting by Pierre Auguste Renoir 019 The Yorck project

 

 

Tales of woe of the Crescent Moon

Crescent moon

The earth laid out the new carpet she had woven

Beckoning me to seat myself on the silky grass

Cool and soft, freshly scented

Caressing my tired limbs, tickling my aching feet.

 

The firefly with her tiny torch flame

Signaled to me that somebody special

Waited for me behind the palm fronds

Patiently, since twilight, like a love-lorn lover.

 

Just then a slice of the milky moon

Wedged between the great palm leaves

Peeped out shyly, with her beaming smile

Not sure if I would care enough to notice her.

 

Wonder-struck at her simple elegance

I gazed, at the sharp tilted edges of her lips

Mesmerized I asked her why she always preferred obscurity

When she should be dancing across the sky.

 

“Well it’s my full-bodied sister who gets the lime-light

When she makes her appearance, everyone goes wide-eyed

Queen of the skies, she wins over every heart

Poets rave about her brimming beauty

Lovers get drunk as she pours out her glow

When she arises majestically from the horizon

She can cast a spell and weave magic the whole night

Me, I am just her poor homely sibling

With not even half her talent and beauty.”

 

I suddenly became aware of my own short-comings

For never acknowledging this simple, modest child

Who timidly tries to shine nevertheless

Sending across her pale moonbeams

As far possible as her frail body can.

 

“You’re a poet, I wondered if…..” she hesitated

“I wondered if you could put in a word for me.”D

A feeling of shame crept up on me

How many crescent moons do we ignore?

A society applauding rich megalomaniacs

Where simplicity and authenticity get side-lined

I vowed I would attend to the lesser ones

Who too crave for a kind loving word

Who would thrive and shine in their own light

Given a place and a space to nourish their art.

 

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Just a corner of my heart

Just a corner of my heart

 

This is where I lock up my feelings

Feelings sometimes ridiculed in a cruel world

Where a certain logic reigns supreme

Trying to bind every being with invisible chains.

 

Supremacy of the ego, with all its ugly facets,

Competition, rivalry and jealousy

Join together, often hiding behind a mask of prestige

Leading man to bite and snarl, growl and kill.

 

Killing the tender feelings, soft and soothing

Lying dormant in every beating heart

Not knowing that each pulse, each beat

Is still purity and love flowing through veins.

 

So I lock up safely my little joys

The minuscule specks of love and romance

The memories of touch, flaring with passion

Or soothing and soft, cool as a cloud.

 

Memories of kisses, exchanged in the heat of a love

Which melt down with a sweetness sticky and soft

A sweetness which clings on, lingering forever

Not wanting to leave this altar of love.

 

In this corner of my heart I arrange them neatly

To be taken out time and again

At the sight of a flower, at the hum of a bee

A secret joy known only to the heart and soul.

 

Just a corner of my heart, but the space is infinite

I go on adding meaningful moments

Everything tied to this precious love

Every ache, every scar, every throb brought by separation.

 

They say time wipes away everything, “but no”,

I say; we just lock our memories away

For eternity they lie, in this corner of my heart

Alive and throbbing, yet silent and still

 

I take them out, I put them back

In moments of solitude, often mistaken for loneliness

The radiance of these jewels, make my whole being

Glow with a silken light, soft and alluring.

 

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Cup Of Love 

A poem expressing the essence of true love.

Rose Girl's World

I am on the other side of the river bank
And I hold my cup of love
up high
Precious nectar of the heart
that flows
Shimmering divine
I’d like to offer it to you
But I came from far
and I’m so tired and thirsty
now
So let me drink it first
Then please choose
If you’d like to drink
from this sacred cup of mine
If your heart is open
to receive
‘Cause this cup of deepest love
is for the braves
Who are willing to lose
everything they once believed in
And maybe
You too would like to share
your cup with me
And unblind me
with your truth
We only have a bridge to cross
So let us meet halfway
Let us be drunk by love
Drunk by our truth

©RoseGirl2017

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