Pritha's pomes

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

windows to my soul….

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No words suffice, no verses rhyme
Nothing short of a glimpse divine,
Is the guileless way you look at me,
As you lock your eyes into mine.

A myriad questions waiting to unfold
A million stories remain to be told
Yet in silence you hold me still,
In a gaze with which my heart does fill.

Your eyes reflect the tears in mine
Or seem to shine with my every smile                                                                                                                                                 Your innocent gaze unlocks my soul, so
Before you look away, please tarry a while.

Let me  find myself in your questioning stare
Let me tell you, I will always be there
Let your innocence cleanse my core
While your twinkling eyes reveal so much more..

 

( my 3 week old cannot say much without crying, she cannot really mimic actions yet or react too much and her smiles are mostly in her sleep…but if there is one thing she can do, is look straight into my eyes and see my soul… and she does that with the look that is so guileless, that you wonder, if there was a way to hold that moment in time and go back to each time you wanted to feel the beauty and magic of a child’s unquestioning love and dependance)

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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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