Indigo

[Querida]

let us worry
what has been
burrowed in a furrow
for time has given
us much to waste
and needless things
to want.

there is much anger
to have for all the efforts to grasp
what will run
through our fingers
sinking in dearth.

searching for a grain of truth
in an oasis we cannot see.

our cares call,
our labours hinder,
our hesitations stunt,
our hearts sink,
and limbs fail.

what soul remains then for the
heaven that we seek?

who knows
what failure remains
unfurled?
what happiness
will miss the
chance of alluding us?

[Querida]

i remember
the oft forgotten reminders
that i command my mind to recollect
when i am in search of another lost memory
it is then that a familiar tune strains through
moving my lips in murmurs of its fleeting words
it is then a number appears demanding its purpose
as it swirls around, disengaging itself from done deeds
it is then a recommendation sounds its importance and sets off to announce its intentions to the marked advisee

and it is then a scene deeply buried rattles its beleaguered head slinking off (with your regret in tow) to that self-pitying little pit of re-runs....fuzzily shaping faces that i guiltily reconstruct...

repressions are the very worst.

and that is when i hastily recount the number of times that i ask my scatterbrain to organize its distractive agenda
and it of course promptly notes that down
and trounces off to interact with another digression.

[Querida]

it will only get better
more happiness, more peace, more bliss
more better
you can refuse anytime you want
now, later, tomorrow,
did you not refuse yesterday?
then refuse next week
you deserve it
for sure you do
i know you do
see how hard you are working
see how much you have changed
for the better
just once then
last time
the very last time
i will not ask again
ever
this is the last time
ever
that i am going to ask
you except
of course unless you deserve
to again try
you know as a reward
you should really appreciate yourself
it feels good
of course
what is there to be worried about
what consequence
what isn't without consequence
one life to live
one addiction to relive
find relief now
find reprieve another day

[Querida]

to envy the sorrows
that have comforts

to question the cares
of those who have
ones to save them

to search for a
smaller piece
of a gauzy dream
all glimmering with hope
one where joy
is still buoyant
and ignorant
of the troubles
that follow

to deny that a whimper
was heard where a
roar was throughly expected

to seek the words
that were heard in the heart
but were left unsaid
the air still silent
and stuck within
the breath
wishing to remain
inside
and end what all
it had started

and to forget what
hope there ever
was of returning
to that little
sad pit of denial

[Shakthiprabha]

Beautiful Q! Too beautiful that any word spoken I think would disturb the depth, thick silence, the mourning which is better left undisturbed like a clear pool.

I can see the hits, the clicks and the reading and....the silence which has garlanded ur poetries.

[Shakthiprabha]

Q,

Too beautiful that any word spoken I think would disturb the depth, thick silence, the mourning which is better left undisturbed like a clear pool.

You made me attempt a poetry.
Some works / feelings / poetries dont deserve words..they are too precious to be conveyed thro words. I attempted a poetry on the same theme.

Continue writing Q

[Querida]

Q,

Too beautiful that any word spoken I think would disturb the depth, thick silence, the mourning which is better left undisturbed like a clear pool.

You made me attempt a poetry.
Some works / feelings / poetries dont deserve words..they are too precious to be conveyed thro words. I attempted a poetry on the same theme.

Continue writing Q

Dearest Shakthi, often it is the responses from hubbers that gives me the motivation to keep writing. I feel that silence at times means that my writings have become a stuck record that has hit a rut and still tries to keep on spinning. So you can very much imagine what pleasure it is to read your comments

I have made you do no such thing...it is your talent that has brought such a piece of poetry to express feelings that often we struggle to express...

I can only say that a pool undisturbed will never know its own potential for depth...thank you for wishing at this well :P

[Querida]

unfolding flower
with what hope
will you be born with?
with what dreams
will you be enthralled with?
with what desires
will you be allured with?
with what sorrows
will you be shrouded with?
where will you face
to seek the sunlight?
where will you turn
to weep with the rain?
where will your seedlings
fly?
where will your petals
fall?

[pavalamani pragasam]

Very interesting questions on behalf of flower!!!

[Querida]

keep your fingers crossed
your heart open
your vision willing
your dreams real

keep your smile secret
your heart willing
your vision sure
your dreams strong

keep your eyes dry
your heart strong
your vision unblurred
your dreams from fleeting

keep your head up
your heart patched up
your vision realistic
your dreams as dreams