From Darkness to Light
And Light to Darkness,
Which is the reality?
The elation of confidence…
OR
…The hard fall of self doubt?
-Gitanjali Singh Cherian
A sanctuary for my interests – Writing, Books, Photography, Travel and Food – in those precious moments that I’m not juggling frogs.
From Darkness to Light
And Light to Darkness,
Which is the reality?
The elation of confidence…
OR
…The hard fall of self doubt?
-Gitanjali Singh Cherian
BREAKDOWN
I see you,
You don’t see me.
You feel me,
I don’t feel you.
I stay for us,
I stay for him,
I stay for them,
But not for me.
I do what’s right,
I fall apart.
You do what’s right,
We fall apart.
You stand there.
I stand here.
We stand together,
Still, we’re apart.
You swim to me.
I swim to you.
The current’s so strong,
Tell me, what more can we do?
-Gitanjali Singh Cherian
At first, pit-pat of tiny hand on water,
Accompanied by gurgle and coo.
Perfect, gentle harmony.
Later on, with splash and splosh,
Rubber duckies, bubbles and squirt toys.
I hear the laughter even now.
Next, first visit to the sea,
Big eyes even bigger at the sight.
The whoosh of crashing into waves with squeals of delight.
Now, muddy rain puddles; the big treat.
Squelch and splat,
Mischievous eyes and cheeky grin.
-Gitanjali Singh Cherian
In response to the Daily Prompt of 28th June 2016 – Water
Note: This is a work-in-progress and will be revised at some point in the future 🙂
A fence to keep things in?
A fence to keep things out?
Always a fence with a gate methinks
Should you ever be in doubt.
-Gitanjali Singh Cherian
In response to the Daily Prompt of June 26th 2016 – Fence
TEARS
I weep not because I feel defeated
Nor because I am overwhelmed.
The effort at times seems pointless
Yet I know I must continue.
I weep not for the abandoned dreams
That lie by the wayside, beseeching.
Ghosts from another time, another world
Enticing me to be merry and whole again.
I weep not for the sacrifices
That go unnoticed to their graves.
The flames of youth, energy and time
Will soon be but a flicker in the wind.
I weep not because of the vultures,
Those that would see me fail.
Their pointed fingers, their smirking faces
Waiting for the moment I fall.
I weep today because I am tired
And tears are my only relief.
But don’t rejoice yet; return tomorrow
For tomorrow, tomorrow I’ll be smiling again.
-Gitanjali Singh Cherian
The precious morning quiet
When I am the only one awake
Beside me, rhythmic breathing
And far away, the birds.
The precious morning calm
When I am one with my soul
Before the day explodes
Pulling me in a million directions.
-Gitanjali Singh Cherian
I long for the days when we had a home
A home to call our own
A place where we could sit in peace
When the rest of the battles were done
I long for the days when our lives were ours
Not a patchwork of other people’s needs
The days when we still had our dreams
Of a future that was ours to weave
I long for the days when I would wake in peace
The new dawn still held a promise for me
A time when I could sleep at night
The new dawn still held a promise for me
I long for the days when we conversed in peace
Not having to wait till the time was right
When we were allowed to feel what we felt
Undisguised by who was about
I long for the days when I could pause for a bit
If only to catch my breath
To lick my wounds and to rise one more time
To face my demons again
I long for the days when there was solitude
Solitude of a different kind
The kind that led me to comfort and peace
Not the darkest corners of my mind
I long for the days when I had space in my head
For your thoughts, your joys, your despair
When I wasn’t the monster I now have become
Consumed by my own ocean of sorrow
I long for the days when my mind wasn’t tired
Numbed by the ache of persistence
Willing my muscles to complete the tasks
My body no longer cares to endeavour
I long for the days when we had a home
A home to call our own
A place where we could sit in peace
When the rest of the battles were done
-Gitanjali Singh Cherian
(Seems to fit perfectly with the Daily Prompt of 3rd March 2016!)