life will go on

live, laugh, love

sulk, despair, be without hope

make a choice…

for

life will go on

pyrotechnics

cold winter sunlight

thinking of the scorching summer

and passion pyrotechnics

agedness

start self love

at an early age

nurture yourself…

and your soul

for

we shall need all the love

in our agedness

fearful no more

I fear death

I fear tomorrow

I fear falling out of love

I fear losing you

I am tired of being fearful

From now on

I shall live in the moment

This moment will be

all I shall ever have

Lost poetry

“where did you go?”

I asked my poetry

“you went…

in the search of greener pastures ”

she replied…

un-love you again

 

when i look at you 

I dont know

when

we un-kissed, un-felt, un-loved

for 

you still haunt my dreams

and i need some time

in the mornings 

to un-love you again

 

I am

I am beautiful

inside out

and

I dont need you

to tell me

how to love myself

I write, I blog

late at night

alone in my room

I think

of the millions of fellow humans

far away

and

I try to reach out to them

I yearn to form a bond

so

I write, I blog

in the hope

that one day

I shall come across a life changing encounter

with someone out there

that will change my life forever

 

 

 

 

 

 

beyond their years

my mind baffles me

when

I think of my dad 

and curse the gods 

for taking him away so soon

and

my usual merciful self 

refuses to be forgiving

for

those very gods have allowed 

many to live

beyond their years

 

her avatar

a simple metal pendant

faded red lips

sun tanned skin

old sari

chipped nails

discoloured nail paint

threadbare shawl

but those eyes

looking around

for someone

who would

like her

in that avatar