An anguished cry....

The whisper of support, the shout of anger,
The pull of a hug, the push that scars
The joy of rain, the devastation of flood
The warmth of sun, the desperation of drought.

Can you hear the wail of the hungry child?
Can you feel the anguish of her lost innocence?
Can u feel the tremble of the unshed tears?
Can you feel the heat of her hope dying?

A world which promises her smiles,
A love that promised to nurture,
A world that crushed her spirits,
A love that stole what remained like a vulture....

No words remain, no hope dares;
The heart remains an empty shell,
A walking death, freed from the snare
Forever meant to carry inside her hell!

The men in her life...

As  Valentine’s Day is around the corner, there are all kinds of mixed feelings in the air. Love, jealousy, regret, memories and most sadly lust. What got me thinking is that although almost everyone I meet tells me that it is so commercial, all seem to enjoy the wish of something as silly as happy hugs day! As Valentine’s Day approaches, me being the unabashed romantic, look back at the men in the my life (warning: It won’t be all that!)

Daddy’s Princess: The first man in every woman’s life is her father. No matter how, a father always has an impact on his daughter, be it one who abandoned her, or one who dotes on her even after she becomes a mother. Mine maybe a bit over bearing, a hard core disciplinarian, a hard man, but he taught me to care to hope and be silly, to forgive and  the most important to love without any rational thought (not sure if I like or hate this!). So here’s to the most important man in my life, my daddy dearest!

The Bear: This one of course is the one whom I used to carry on my shoulders down the stairs, who now carries me down the stairs! Who I pamper, bug irritate and embarrass the most. My darling bear, with his bear hugs and his childish demands is the apple of my eye, and the silly love of my life.

The First Love:  I think we today live in the generation of many loves, some starting as early as age 14. I was luckier to have felt all silly for the first time only after my first year in college ended. I have him to thank for silly days of puppy love, stupid tantrums, crazy fun and warmest of hugs. Everyone deserves a happy first love (if you can call it that), and I was very lucky mine was!

The Love Hater:  This one is a little hard to explain. Have you ever had someone who claims to love you, want to be with you, and then categorically, day in and day out just tell you your various flaws. Rant and rave about your negative impact, all the problems you cause and then claim that he just can’t live without you. Well, there you have it, the Love Hater, who claims to love you, but just the opposite seems real. Sometimes I wonder whether he wanted me to hate me, or if he was just trying to just make me grow up.

The Commitment Phobic: Now this one everyone knows. The one who is always there when things are easy, wants a happy, easy relationship; who runs faster than the wind when asked to be a support through tough times.  When the trust is broken, he will come back, and once back just do a little salsa dance on the heart again. But usually they do manage to make seemingly good friends. There is nothing wrong with I believe, as long as one is able to not make false promises. 

The Strength:  The favorite kind. The one who will be your strength, your support, a gentle heart and who will make you want to be yourself.  Even when I wasn’t me, he let m be whoever I was being because of faith that I would be back. It is the strength of conviction, of irrational faith, of silly hopes and of never ending optimist, of never giving up on me when I have given up on me that extends all the joy and wonderment which is this person.  

Everything said and done, I have only my valentine right here, (none of the above). Me 

Sunshine, Hope and Love

A feather light touch that tickles the air,
A whiff of summer; warmth of mother's care,
Sunshine fills the soul, bringing warmth and light,
The strength giving wings, the soul taking flight!

The dust swirls, dances and glides,
The river springs, gurgles and slides,
The mare runs free, no restraint, no rein,
The touch that heals, no scars, no pain!

A presence so strong it fills the void;
Barren no more, sunflowers sway overjoyed;
A thought that provokes, guides and molds,
The shining beacon, the hopeful roots that holds!

The Faceless Terror.....

THE FOOTSTEPS ECHOED LOUDLY IN HER EARS,
BLOOD THROBBING, POUNDING, PUSHING, HURTING,
PANIC TOOK SEIZE, THE WORDS MERGING INTO SLURS,
TAKING FLIGHT, A BEE ABOUT TO STING!

THE HAIR ESCAPE, TRAILING LIKE A SNAKE,
CHASED, GRABBED, PULLED AND TUGGED,
WIND SEEMED TO HOWL FOR HER SAKE,
SHE STUMBLED, CONFUSED, DAZED, DRUGGED!

HANDS REACHED OUT, CATCHING HOLD,
TAKING, CLAIMING, POSSESSING, DEFILING,
HER BREATH STOPPED, BLOOD RAN COLD,
AS FACELESS TERROR TOOK OVER HER SOUL!

A PEICE OF MEAT AND NOTHING MORE,
SHOWN HER PLACE, VALUE AN USE,
EVEN AS SHE FOUGHT, WAVES CRASHING ON THE SHORE,
LEFT BROKEN, PUNISHED FOREVER, NEVER AGAIN THE MUSE!