If heavens could be moved
By the rhythmic whine of a poet
Then wouldn’t have the lonely wolf
Been long united with the Moon?
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Tag: love
At First Sight
When we collided
Round the corner of the street
I swear
Your eyes and my heart colluded
To buckle my knees
While my mind beat a hasty retreat
Which, my dear, is no ordinary feat
Things I didn’t know I needed this summer
1. To be loved
By ME. Discover my self again. Realise I’m a hoot with a heart. I spend so much time being hard on myself and finding faults or seeking to do better that I often forget I’m doing my best, I deserve some rest and it’s okay, IT IS OKAY, to not be perfect all of the time. More importantly, I need no one’s validation nor adulation to prove I am lovable. This summer I want me to be my favourite person to get to know and hang out with.
2. Be free
Of my own expectations. The shackles holding me back are of my own mind’s construct. The disappointments I repeatedly face, are due to my own high bars. I need to take a step back, reassess my goals, breathe free and rise above. What I can dream today, I can achieve tomorrow.
3. Be mindful
More mindful. Of what I allow to touch my soul. Be it negativity, junk food, never-ending cheat days, toxic relationship, toxic masculinity. Nothing should have the power to steal the wind beneath my wings. I am what I allow myself to be. I allow what I feel for. What feels right. What makes me feel right, in mind and in body. Wellness over fitness, mindfulness over mental space.
4. Be greedy
To go for what I know I deserve and have earned. To not submit before others, to no longer bow or kowtow. To have no regard for what others will think of me. Need, yearn and pine for my heart’s deepest desire and then go ahead and grab it with both hands. Make no apologies, take no prisoners. I owe no one my successes, just like my failures are my own.
5. Be quiet
The world in technicolour is a loud, sleepless place. There’s no rest for the weary. A thousand things go on my mind at any given point of time. A hundred voices are aimed at me every second of every day. Some I agree with, most I don’t. Some make me shout, some scream, some screech and some cringe. But before giving in to my inner voice, I should take a pause. AND LISTEN. Not just hear. Imbibe. Understand what’s happening around me, where it’s stemming from and, more importantly, where it’s headed towards. Analyze. For a moment, just be quiet so I can be loved, free, mindful and greedy while happily co-existing.
What did you not know you needed this summer? Tell me, I am listening. Try me, I will be mindful. Follow me, for I’ll let you partake of my greed, love yourself, as I am going to love us both.
Micro Poetry #22
The nicest person I have ever known
Had a whole lot of things to say
But chose to remain quiet instead
And smiled
A smile
I can never forget
Micropoetry #20
Pieces of my heart
Are starting to fall apart
So, take me back to the start
For they say love’s an art?
Love Happens?
I’m the girl who wants to go short
When she has long hair
And desperately wishes for long hair
As soon as she chops them off
I’m the girl who wants tea
And coffee
Both
At the same time
Steaming hot
But blown cold with every sip
Buyer’s regret
After days of meticulous research and planning
The instant my card is swiped
Is a very real thing
I believe in loving yourself for who you are
Yet constantly striving to do so much better and bigger
I’m a proven juxtaposition
Of paradoxes
I am fire, I am snow
And you tell me
That love will just happen to me one day?
It’ll pop up like a jack-in-the-box and take me unawares?
It’ll grow on me when I least expect it?
It’ll reaffirm itself
When I see no scope for hope?
Ridiculous, isn’t it?
Because it doesn’t matter how you fall in love
It matters that you do
It doesn’t matter why you start to love
What matters is that it stays.
Dear Mom
Hey, Mom?
Guess what!
You were right.
Whatever it was,
You were always right.
And always will be.
You’ll always know,
Whatever there is to know,
And more.
With that wise twinkle in your eye
And that understanding nod of your head
And your hug
You warm embrace
Will set everything to right.
Your voice,
Mom,
Calms all storms.
Your hands,
Mom,
Bear every weight that would otherwise have befallen my shoulders.
Your feet,
Mom,
Never tire of walking that extra mile
To ensure that I always smile.
Your heart,
Mumma,
Is so large and full of love
That even the God’s envy it.
But you know what, Mumma
Let them.
For you have compassion for everyone.
And no matter what
Always
Your baby I will be.
I want someone to be obsessed with me. With the way I say a certain word. With the way I put emotions in words. With the way I get involved in books. With the way I keep thinking about something someone said some years ago. With the way I cannot keep my hair tied up […]
The Best of Times
My parents kept a memory box
For every milestone I crossed as a baby
From my first ultrasound scan
To my handprint when I was born
A tooth I broke
When standing up to a bully
The hair I chopped
When I was acting silly
A picture of me smiling
All wide eyed
With a toothy grin
Happy moments captured in tangibles
Before time turned grim
I open it at times
With tears in my eyes
Yearning for simpler times
Why can’t we always be little?
Why do we have to turn so brittle?
Why can’t I be daddy’s little girl again
My Mama’s pride and joy
Big brother’s most loved toy
Is growing up
Just a nasty ploy
Was childhood just
A lucrative decoy?
Moving On
And slowly your name slipped
Out of the pages of memories
From being scribbled over and over
On the cover and spine
As the rightful owner
Your mention relegated
To a mere footnote
Stricken off with a lumpy, white toner
The roses you once gave me
Pressed into dried debris
Ceased being a reminder
Of your ever looming hubris
As they crumbled and turned to dust
Into an untidy heap on the floor
The date on which our eyes first met
Obliterated by an errant blob of ink
I behold a book
With dirty, yellowed pages
So old that they don’t tear now
But creak and crack
Breaking off
Just like your voice
On our very last call
Merging into nothingness
Sucking out all emptiness
As I finally
Feel
Liberated
As your ghosts no longer reside
As a thorn in my side.
