I fear not the rain that smashes itself over me,
Washing me away as the sea
Washes away sand castles, easily,
And confidently, so sure of its might
Over the triviality of everything else!
I fear not the rain,
Because your gaze, so deep and desirous,
Is there to remind me that
I can be mighty too, in mysticism
And in the magic that surrounds us all!
In your eyes, I feel sheltered
From any catastrophe that may strike me,
For in their depths, I have found my anchorage,
They being the pond that I,
Mere nymph, needed to find!
And I just need to sit back, close my eyes and relax
While letting the clock
Tick itself away
To then when I shall stand in front of you again
And smile at the firmness of your gaze,
For I shall know that such will dissipate once
We shall be alone, in our own sanctuary!
Innocence, being my muse,
Grabbed my hands and bid me
To write of poems resonating of love,
Vibrant and true, held tight in a bond
Which none could break, since, willed
It is, by the powers which may be called
But then, life, mocking me with its
Truth, tore up my poems and threw
Them in the thrash, while painting for me
A canvas of what love is really about in
A world which constantly makes one feel
Like one is on board a ship, lost in a raging sea!
Hurt, I could do nothing else that try
To run after the innocence I lost,
And once I found it, I nursed it, as I did
With my teddy when I was a child,
And then, I tucked it in bed, while comforting it
With more poetry, even if its essence was now
Seeping with vines, poisonous and toxic!
After all, the hurt that we carry shall be with us
Only as long as we shall inhabit mortal bodies,
Deserving thus the fuss that we make over it,
Since, someday, we shall be made of another kind,
Somewhere in a world, hidden to our human gaze!
If I were a tree, I would pluck my fruits
As soon as they would be ripe
And I would distribute them to those who
Roam the streets aimlessly,
Trying to find something to fill up
The growling stomachs of their children!
I would have cleansed my leaves and my branches
So that they turn edible
And I would then allow humans
To end the hunger virus that has struck
Some parts of the world!
If I were a tree, I would scan the horizon,
To try to see who needs some relief
In the guise of my shade
And I would uproot myself, walk over
To them and bring them some comfort,
While they would head towards their destinations,
And I would even accompany them with
Some of my stories or even some of my songs
As they have been sung to me by their ancestors
And are still stored in my memory!
If I were a tree,
I would reproduce as much as I would have been able to
To create the necessary conditions needed
For rain to fall so that humans and animals
Would never ever feel the sensation of dry throat
And look all around them
But would see not a single drop of water!
If I were a tree, I would make myself more useful
Than I already am to humans,
As maybe, then, they would let me live and
Would think ten times before
Turning me into logs, or paper, to benefit only a few!
Can you imagine what you would have been like
If the winds had chosen another direction,
If my dreams had come true
And love had been returned to me,
In a most sincere and loyal way?
Can you imagine that you would have been
The blank pages upon which I would have written
Of my story, imbibed with the divine and the mystical,
Made of butterflies flying over roses, even if they
Remain aware that these are adorned with thorns!
Can you just picture it,
You would have opened for me,
The gates leading to the world gifted to only a few,
And I would have met with your challenges
As bravely as would have a gamer, playing
Virtually, trying find her way back home,
In a world so hostile that even creepers and plants
Can be imbibed with the breath of Death!
Can you just try to imagine,
That you would have allowed me not a rebirth,
At least not here, even if you behold a beautiful world,
Rather, I would meet with those forces that
Have always guided me, in ways so subtle
That my consciousness can still not understand of their
Can you just imagine how beautiful you would have been?
But you are not yet born
And the embryo that you are right now
Is sick and porous,
So much that I will have to abort you
And try to live while making myself believe
That I shall not need you, never ever!
The sound of his voice was enough to wake the
Sleeping waves in me, and his presence had me
Feeling like a mermaid swirling in those waters,
Carefree, exalted and confident that no harm
Would befall me since, I saw in him, the divine!
Made of manners, he was all polite and civil,
Bidding me to shed off the fears that usually adorned
My crown, and his eyes, so deep and kind,
Had had me dreaming of a future, made of
Stability so well founded, it being blessed
By the Gods themselves!
But then I realised that my heart was being taken
For a doormat, upon which he would wipe his feet,
That the feelings I held for him
Were not present in him,
That he had no consideration for me
And that I had been listed as cheap and way too easy
Just because I opened up myself to him!
The lack of consideration hurts me, more so since
I opened up my soul’s diary solely to him,
Always making sure that nobody would ever
Be able to have a peek as to what my lines mean!
Finding strength in my agony, I moved away
And pledged to give myself love, and to allow
Myself to breathe, as freely as would birds soaring
High up in the skies, for, I refuse to be another
Victim of violence just because I am unwanted!
I keep on writing of it
As if, by doing so,
It would bring it back
I keep on musing of it
Even if the end result
Was that my heart
Got broken into millions
Of irrecuperable pieces!
And if the world shall shame me
For doing so,
If the world shall rebuke me
For doing so,
Then shall I say to it
That I am made of mystical love
As you know it,
Based on mundane physical grounds
Is not for me!
I shall also say to it
That since it is made of variety
It should be able to understand
The difference that is in me
All children are unique
And have in them,
An original version
Of that which God made them be!
I can help it not
I shall keep writing of it
Even if it is now,
Fumes and vapour
Dissipated into thin air
Meant to be forgotten
And to be left,
In the warmth of the past!
I shall cling not to it
When true, allows the beloved
To thrive as he would want
And if loving him
Requires the acceptance
Of his indifference for my feelings,
So be it!
The world is made of diversity and in it
We are to find unity!
The world itself is layered
Its living species varying
From starfishes to buffalos, yet,
It gives all of them
Their due depending upon
What their system needs without ever
Thinking that one species needs lesser
Than another one!
Similarly, it differentiates not
Between humans, giving them
Adaptation facilities depending upon
Where they live and how they need
To struggle for their own survival!
So, we, as elevated conscious beings,
Are to learn this lesson
From the world itself
And we are to behave
As it does
As only there where there are
Feelings of brotherhood and acceptance
Shall we be able to move on
And adjust to the growing hostility
Thrust upon the world by the
Keepers of evil shadows!
Dreams are meant to be held on to
As they adorn the skies,
So like colourful kites,
With which I played as a child!
Kites, and their mystical symbols
Have the same effect
That sad love songs have on me!
Dreams are meant to be lived,
As strongly as is our belief in them
And as they dance and flutter
To the flow of the winds,
I, become, once more,
That little girl that I was once,
So full of herself
As to believe that someday
She shall conquer the world
And place upon it,
Her victorious flag!
Having grown older in age,
I still carry the heart of innocence in me
And if all of my dreams materialized not
To be what I yearned them to be
Well, like dancing kites,
I simply adjust my sails
To suit the new course of
Those winds of tomorrow’s hope!
The children shall paint tomorrow’s essence
With smiles shining from the tips of their fingers
And upon its canvas,
Shall be standing out, proudly,
Unity, peace, love, tolerance,
Sharing, compassion, spirituality
And a strong feeling of brotherhood!
In the children of tomorrow do I lay my hope on
As the hearts that beat in them
Are one of the purest,
Making of them beings fully awakened
And conscious of the frugality of this world’s
Shaky grounds and unstable clime!
And when they shall be done,
Tomorrows shall be as we have never known it;
Bright, positive, ringing with the hymns of love,
So much that this world
Shall turn into one huge castle,
Wherein living is as smooth and gracious
As would be a stay in paradise itself
And when the Gods shall allow themselves
A peak at us,
They shall turn green and wish for a life like ours!
When life pushes you into the depths
Of its own raging seas,
Fight it not,
Swivel in the waves,
As would a mermaid,
Fully aware that the ocean floors
Lead to unseen doors
Opening up to realms
You would have never thought
Every change is dramatic
Why, even the caterpillar
Whispers of death’s songs
To itself while transforming
And when it wakes as a
It realises that dawns
Don’t happen at midnight
Because the powers of creation
Have made it such that there
Be a time for stars to twinkle
And there be another for light!