Held in thrall....4

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Moods change with

seasons, they say.

I have borne

the hot and the cold

the grim and the bright

of life

with grace of silence

and yet stayed

unscathed

unblemished

for every time

fate flashed its

wicked smile

at me,

I nodded

held myself upright

but never stared back.

Life wasn't only 

out there

but it made

home in my heart

and my loins.

And peace came

searching 

for me.

Of nature..5

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Oh, those times
I remember
when we madly
loved each other
and splashed
it all over
not worrying a bit
about the slush
and the mud
and the currents.
Everything around
us stood still
and within
the storms of passion
raged
and carried us 
on the crest of
a new wave
that came with the 
torrent of love
and we survived.
As I stand at the edge
of the pond that
hides our 
treasures
and secrets
and mysteries
unfathomed,
I only remember
and carry that love
beyond words.

That was then...

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That was then...
and now I want to
leave all that behind.
Impetuous and tempestuous
wild and passionate
I had dived headlong
into love and affairs
and paid for it.
The fire still burns
in my loins
and no regrets
nor shame.
But now life
is my passion
and let each day
bring forth
the birth of a new
me.

Fire and Fury 3

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Time was when I flinched
claiming myself to myself
today I claim all that is mine
my strength my weaknesses
vulnerabilities
my solidities my grounds
flesh of capacious fertilities
I am waiting to envelope
and embrace and swallow
all challenges and all joys
and all struggles
knowing how all this will
pass and become history
the very next moment.

Fire and Fury 2

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I offered all of mine
heart, soul and body
surrendered wholly
to the fire in the belly
and opened myself up
fully and totally
giving every ounce
of love and passion
and fire wanting to
be consumed not leaving
behind even a trace
of that paltry existence
merging in the vast expanse
of love and warmth
and here I am
reminiscing all that and more.

Couldn't have asked for....

Couldn't have asked for more

can't even contain all I got

My heart is full

My soul is light and on a wing

My flesh is on fire

the joy overflows my being

taking me with it

to shores yonder

to clouds undreamt of

to heights unreachable.

In fullness of time...

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I have been waiting
not giving up
determined to make it happen
in fullness of time.
I wonder at times
if it is worth the wait.
Why not fling myself
at the altar of sacrifice?
But for everything there's time
that's what life has taught me.
So I wait for the fruit to ripen
the song to play
the dark clouds to carry the rain
and for the dawn to break.
So I will wait and
life will bloom
in fullness of time.

A little mischief

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It's a little mischief,
this life,
don't you think so?
Otherwise the flow of water
reflects the clear blue sky.
I stand in the shade
and yet there is this beam
of light, golden yellow,
brushes past my cheeks
and shoulders
as though
teasing me
to move out of the shadows
and plunge into
the flow in all my
naked glory.

I love those...

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I love those woods
where existence mingles with both
fall and spring,
growth rustles with the breeze
and the straight stands guard
to the curved.
I love those curves
which have a movement of
their own,
a smoothness that comes
from love of living and
a flight of imagination
that holds immensity
in its grip.
I love those curves....
 

Yearnings...

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Verse by Ravprinderya













what passed?

the yearning never goes

the pain never stops

what did pass in between

had just to last a lifetime

what you have endured

had to happen for sure

neither of us survived

what remained was lost

Ravages of time

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Vastness of space
I am trying to box
in a timeless gaze
What once was great
now stands dried stiff
What flows in my veins
will neither freeze nor cease
but will flow in the reins of the race
Yet there is a nameless throb
in my heart and in my loins
that makes me touch the
skin of the dry trunk.

The inevitable

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All around me
pervades the sense
of decay, wear and tear
and uncaring, oblivious
to passage of time
I wonder if
I too am part
of this allencompassing
drama of denial:
everything's fine,
just the way it ought to be.
I know there are
things that
you can never
run away from.
The inevitable
slow death
takes over.
 

There was something

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There was something that 
I had forgotten
busy I was in making
that woman out of me
desirable
strong
firm
well-rounded
and then there was something
I had done everything
at their bidding
I was small and my
needs were small
but they needed to 
be met and 
it was something 
to be done.

Oh that sheerness..

vaga.photosight.ru

Oh, that feeling of sheerness
the sheer cold and the smooth
yet pebbly rocks
the sheer transience of
the flow of water and
the feeling of being
there and yet not
there
the softness of light
and the eternity of
the elemental
existence,
oh, what a sheer pleasure
without any
dabble.

The way of vastness

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Finding my way
to my tiny place
in the vastness
of the skies
of the meadows
and of the hills
......
It is the tiny flowers that
fill the vastness
with their fragrance
and delicate existence
.........
the soft light of dusk
guides me
into a land of
no shadows
........
vastness has its ways
of standing by your side
and taking you to
unknown terrains.

Something happened...

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Something happened
You said something
and inside me
something snapped...
I had held it 
so delicately
your soul in all
its splendour
and ugliness 
in my soft 
weak
and steady hands.
Then you flicked a speck
of doubt
and it hit me like a bolt
I will recover
but it will not be the same
Something has happened
and inside me
something has snapped....

The carving, though...

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Life has been beautiful
like a carving done
with love and skill
chiseled smooth
polished shine
and neatly displayed
and the carving speaks
of the quality
of wood and craft
but cannot have its own
cravings.
And it's me and
my throbbing
that's craving to cry
out of the carving.

Freshness

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I can feel it 
everywhere
in the leaves
the air
the still water
and the sky reflected
in it...
the freshness
of life
everything living
anew
and all those
dead things
merging quietly
in the eternally
living...
and so too
those memories......
To be fresh
every moment....Ah!

Ask me not...

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Ask me not
my wishes
Wake me not
from fond dreams
Search me not
for dark secrets
Trust me not
to follow you
Give me your hand
and walk
the moment -
let's breathe
life and
celebrate it.

Paradise...

fotowalo.photodom.com

Life is a dream
and dreams
life
The sunlight -
mild, warm
the earth -
green and soft
The air -
fresh and fragrant
The beloved -
not far yet near
and Love
fills inside
and out, everywhere.
Paradise lives
in the moment.