I think of you
The many yous
Faint images in the passages of my mind
The time when you meant the world to me
And I to you
But journeys converge and part
You have gone your own way
Still you remain in the fragments of memory
Filling inches of a coloured tapestry
Each thread speaks tome of where you and I crossed paths
When we shared dreams
The took different turned when the roads forked
Some choices took me high above the limits of self doubts
Others cast me into the depths of living hell
Enriched no less from experience
Heartened that possibilities remain to be found
Then in quiet moments
Faces, places, names, memories
I think of you.
Poetry of Hope
It's all about the words I use to tell a story any story - yours or mine
Monday, July 15, 2013
Tuesday, June 11, 2013
Woman .... June 10, 2013
You see only the tough exterior
You see the smiles,
May hear the unladylike laugh
Maybe you just see a clown of a woman
Nothing pretty to the eyes
Nothing smart in the brain
Not even acceptable at any level
Just a woman
One to mock
One to find faults with
One to insult or be rude to
Only a lowly woman
Might you then be gallant enough
To stand in her womanly shoes
To tread the steps she takes
To do the things she does
To be as strong in resolve
To hold her tongue words that would cut you down to size
Could you lay in her bed of thorns
As her heart bleeds its burdened sorrows
Unspoken
Unheard
Nothing more nothing less
Can you be that woman
Just simply a woman.
.ani 10-June-13
Sunday, December 4, 2011
Waiting .... Dec 04, 2011
Monday, April 25, 2011
Moments
alone desolate
carnage death
amongst the sordid images
stood proud and stoic
ebony alongside ivory
encased in the best mahogany
drawn closer almost afraid
Bach, Beethoven and Mozart
played out to my touch
from memory against these
long silenced keys
music soared heaven bound
momentarily flooding life
into where living had long ceased
carnage death
amongst the sordid images
stood proud and stoic
ebony alongside ivory
encased in the best mahogany
drawn closer almost afraid
Bach, Beethoven and Mozart
played out to my touch
from memory against these
long silenced keys
music soared heaven bound
momentarily flooding life
into where living had long ceased
Tuesday, October 12, 2010
Art of Talking ... Oct 12, 2010
We talk
In riddles
I probe
You side step
In circles
No end
Out it comes
A shy blurt
Love you
I laugh
Quiet silence
The end
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I see you've found yourself suddenly here amidst the poetic scribbles of my rambling mind often incoherent to the general you and only understood by myself.
If you find that my words have touched you, then indeed my journey of words has met its objective ... I wish to be able to let you the unknown reader experience my rollercoaster existence with the stringing of words.
It is my sincere hope that you will come many times again and leave your comments and feedback for I am only a writer here in the anonymity of the internet, harbouring a burning desire to someday hold my words bound within pages in the bookstores of the world ...
Perhaps dreams keeps us going - I intend to try perhaps to turn mine into some reality .. thank you for stopping by...
.ani
If you find that my words have touched you, then indeed my journey of words has met its objective ... I wish to be able to let you the unknown reader experience my rollercoaster existence with the stringing of words.
It is my sincere hope that you will come many times again and leave your comments and feedback for I am only a writer here in the anonymity of the internet, harbouring a burning desire to someday hold my words bound within pages in the bookstores of the world ...
Perhaps dreams keeps us going - I intend to try perhaps to turn mine into some reality .. thank you for stopping by...
.ani