Pritha's pomes

Some rhyme, romance and a wee bit reason maybe, bear with me ?

A desert tale…

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She  bloomed like any flower would,

Gentle at first and sensual after.

Innocent and heady, her fragrance spread

Through the desert sands like her sparkling laughter.

 

She dreamed of a life where the grass was green,

Where the blazing sun didn’t scorch her eyes.

She wished for a glimpse of what she hoped,

Would be that vision, of her very own paradise.

 

Months rolled to years and then some more,

Many a visitor sought a place in her heart.

She smiled and tarried a while now and then

Relishing the moments but then drifted apart.

 

Far away in the distant sands,

A cherished vision once caught her lonely eyes,

As if the gods had finally heard,

And granted her a glimpse of that paradise.

 

A rider on a stallion black,

Resplendent in the afternoon sun,

Teased her senses from afar,

Causing her heart and soul to break into a run.

 

Her flowing robes and auburn tresses,

…wrestled with the winds as she ran,

While her kohl laden eyes seemed to search,

For that handsome visage that would belong to her man

 

As the sands turned to copper with the setting sun,

She called out to him with all her might,

But her voice, like her breath,

Was drowned in the silence of that desert night.

 

Her kohl laden eyes closed forever,

With one last glimpse of her divine love,

Unaware her vision was just a mirage

She found her final solace under the stars above.

 

Her tale of love, just like her laughter,

Spread through the land like some cosmic prose.

And as soul mates found their bliss under those very stars,

They sometimes spared a thought for a lonely desert rose.

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Author: Yours Truly, Pritha

Professionally have I OD'd on OD ( organizational development ) for over a decade and more . Personally, I am all about making the mundane a wee bit more meaningful and of course a lot more fun in the process. In the course, of course, I very often fall flat on my face, but the joy of getting up makes it worth the "trip" ! Visit, explore, and do write back what you thought, and why you will come back again or never ever; either way I am grateful you dropped by ! Am quite a scatterbrain which is synonymous with being a Saggittarian, so don't take me too seriously; I try not to :) on most of my sensible days. On "other" days, I have more than enough very very well meaning well wishers, who do that for me and land me safely back to earth ! What would I do without them I wonder ? And then I pause, and I often ponder. For all the times I haven't let them be, How on earth would they feel, they were saner than me? Arguably and not so humbly yours... Pritha PS: And yes.. a new mom at 41 is my new identity and I am writing a new chapter with my little girl one gurgle at a time...

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