Emerge

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

 

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Breakdown

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

 

Daily Prompt: Water

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 🙂

Tears

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

Longing

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!)