Pritha's pomes

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


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A little sliver of light…

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Across the miles, through time and space

The winds of change made their presence known.

And even the most steadfast and unchanging of rocks,

Felt a sky that long separated them, was now their very own.

 

Over the years they spun their dreams

Around that enchanting sliver of light.

They lived each season and all the joy it brought

Mesmerized in the romance of each dawn and twilight.

 

One day a million years from now,

When the earth writes her history anew.

She will tell the tale of these silent rocks

In words as fresh as the morning dew.

 

It will be a tale of permanence

A tale of love from the very start,

Of how a little sliver of light,

Separated two rocks, but never could keep them apart.

 

 

Photo Credits: Arisudan Yadav – Denver, Colorado


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In you I drown…

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Your soft breeze rustles through my hair,
As my senses become a little more aware.
Enraptured I am by your gray skies,
And into a wanton land, my heart flies.
You terrorize me with winds unknown,
And watch me revel in those forbidden joys alone.
You tease and tantalize with sparks of fire
And torment me with an unspoken desire.
You wait in patience as you watch my stance
And laugh too at this heady romance.
At last,  you give in with a sensuous frown,
And as the rain soaks me, in you I drown.

(Afternoon musings as the skies and the earth engaged in the most beautiful foreplay before the rains…)


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Radha and Rukmini…

A dear friend who is of the Muslim faith asked me yesterday about Radha, Krishna and Rukmini. I put on my Google Hat and sent her a bunch of links.
In Hindu mythology these three divine characters have their unique places both individually and collectively. Krishna as all of us know, is looked upon as the supreme Godhead. Rukmini was his queen, while Radha his Divine Consort. The love they each had for their Lord has been food for thought, verse, and music for historians and spiritual aspirants alike.

This is my purely ignorant and humble excuse of an attempt to understand the most beautiful thing in this world, selflessness in love, and the way it is epitomized in in their divine play.

One His queen, His joy, His pride

One His love, always by His side.

One betrothed around the fire,

One besotted with spiritual desire.

One worshipped Him, as Her Lord Supreme

One He appeared for, in her every dream.

One remains as truth and a timeless fact of history

The other is the question and the answer to…

… True Love’s most divine mystery.

radha krishna

 

 

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Strings attached…

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The strings that free us,
The strings that bind,
The strings with color,
That we gently unwind.
The strings that tie a million tales,
Or the ones that play a song,
Are the very same that hold our sails,
As life makes us drift along.
A gentle tug in your heart,
Or careless strums on your guitar,
A few strings attached,
And colorful dreams beckon from afar.

The ever clichéd broken heart

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Too many sonnets, too much tears,
Too many nameless, unknown fears ,
Seem to follow the proverbial broken heart,
The owner hapless, on where to start.

The stifled sobs, the muffled rage,
Ah! those melodramatic sighs with age,
Was it worth the road less taken?
To leave one stirred, but not really shaken?

Does romance die, because one chooses to smile anew?
To laugh and cry with every hue?
Is it fashionable to dwell in pain?
Or learn to live and love again?


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… those kohl laden eyes…

Alabaster and gold couldn’t compare in grace,
To the sculpted beauty of that beautiful face.

The perfumes of various exotic lands,
Fell short of the fragrance of her delicate hands.

Her rose tinted visage , a cynosure of all eyes
Often did wonders to a smile, that left little to disguise.

Desired and admired, she was by quite a few,
But true love was for the only love she ever knew.

Her story however ended before it began,
And from life and living, she forever ran.

Her grace and charm, decades later, still continue to mesmerize…
But no one saw her smile, ever again, reach those kohl laden eyes…

(inspired by someone whose melancholy beauty was more than skin deep and the stark loneliness of her persona emanated with a sense of quiet dignity and immense grace…)

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A lifetime of bliss…

You inspire romance,
You evoke emotion,
An epitome of a dream,
Your beauty is beyond elation.

You are light reflected,
As if a mirror in our lives,
You are purity incarnate, yet,
Heady and intense, your persona thrives.

Stoic and unfazed,
Your seem arrogantly calm,
Yet your soft caress…
Your soft caress is more than a balm.

It lights up moments that inspire love,
It’s the ambrosia from the heavens above,
Lose myself, I shall, embalmed in your light,
For a lifetime of bliss, that I found on that moonlit night.