For all the storms
that never found us,
for you shielded us in a hug,
For being our first teacher,
who taught us how to love…
and to be brave to face all that
the world holds for us,
even when there is no one to lean on…
to all moms,
Thank you, you are loved.
And once in a while,
I get away…
from words
until I feel the tug
that draws me back
to the page
and I sit
to write,
drained,
from the days
that linger
of hegemonic processes
that clash against my mind
so I write…words,
without rhyme or reason
simply to satisfy my inner inhibition,
words.
Contemplation of the quiet mind…
as it slowly rewinds
the cascading waves
of thoughts
falling in an infinite abyss
of feelings
that drift in your eyes
floating in the skies
of everlasting dreams
drifting with the winds
of dark storms
looming at the edge of the sea
as you fly free
in the pouring rain
of the subdued pain
of the world
floating gently
with the contemplation…
of the quiet mind.
Several twirls later,
Her winter mind rested,
Under the sunny skies,
Of spring.
Loving you…
is like counting stars
with infinite blessings
that fill the sky…
like you,
fill my heart.
Under this silence of the skies,
let your heart speak,
for it knows not the diplomacy of the mind,
when it asks the stars,
about love.
My love for you
goes beyond all silver linings
from the darkest storm
it stretches like the wind
to glorious sunlit days
beyond all seasons…
it waves at the universe
with the constant rhythm
of being alive,
of being in love…
My love for you
folds like a gentle prayer
in silent waves
of the vast ocean
that does not question
the emotions
of the heart
rising and falling
like the tides…
My love for you…
is endless hope
with infinite dreams
and peaceful sleeps
of holding you close
in my heart.
And even with all the heartaches,
she would still seek love
for she was a daydreamer
who chased the wild echoes
of a distant dream.
The art of falling in love
is much simpler than the art of staying in love
It’s like writers and their words
the epiphany of a new thought
is exhilarating much like falling in love,
But putting it down on paper,
and then carefully crafting the story
takes times, takes patience, at times,
takes tears and frustration, but most of all takes love…
so fall in love,
Nurture it and write your own love story.
On the occasion of Valentine’s I will post a few of my poems on love! Much love to all of you and Happy Valentine’s!
Neha
