Poems Archive for Emotions:

pain is a series of memories

pain
comes in spells
in solitudes and crowds
during deja vu doppleganger
instances taking you back
to departed loved ones
to your source where it
all began …
misty eyed and
pensive you sieve glittery
tid bits for consumption
smiling and cackling as the case
maybe in recalling….replete
with pain of bodyblow losses
..
pain
is a malaise
and a release
affirming you’re still alive…
nothing accentuates it more
than the autumn leaves denuding
en masse leaving tree trunks
brown and stark naked ….
… I often wonder why does
autumn fill me with joy
and a crush of sadness
as leaves crunch underfoot
on pavements …
tis their departure that saddens…
and then I recall those surprises
in flowers sent from overseas
on my red letter days brightening
up my mom-ness
….
later touched by time’s wand
bright fragrant flowers begin to decay
in falling petals filling me with wistful
sighs of empty nester longings

pain
arrives in many ways
without much fanfare
usually ..
tis a chameleon
if I may….

Sunflowers and Lane of Poplars by Van Gogh

surfaces

.
everything has a skin
like boiled milk
even oceans molting foam
on shores
..
nowadays am afraid
of scratching skins
wondering what will
adhere to fingers
..
underbellies
are heavily weighted as is
by guilts of of commissions
omissions
..
certain invitations
fill with extreme trepidation
swallowed bites still woefully draw
blood in mind’s stricken gullet
..
meanwhile push pull of blood
pings weak guilty currents
baby aspirin thinned blood
lacks overcoming ability
..
serenity intact shall emotionally evolve
into that glorious Costa Rican Jesus
Lizard walking on water successfully
skimming surfaces of emotional debris
..
yes
sir
two bags full sir
by God, I can do it !

image: google

dear Neena

distances
matter not
‘cos our parallel
dimensions
collapse
every time
I think of you
and you’re
right there
before me

your birthday
is in two days
… I’ve spit
polished our
memory box
for recollecting
individually
and collectively
our joint
history
..
each leaf
has its own
unique fragrant
tint and I shall
lovingly reminisce
upon each one
imperceptibly
inching forward
unhurriedly like thick
molasses
..
memories
are sweet on tongue
never sticking like bones
in throat that can
neither be spat
nor swallowed
…they just are …
no more no less
implacable
as is…
….
on your
special
day I shall
raise a toast
to you
to what you
truly meant to me
cherishing “us”
for what we were
in kinship and love

do
linger
…stay a bit
until I
expertly
rearrange
my features
in your
most
likeness
..
I still love
and
miss you terribly
dear big sis
and do know you
were the only one
I always let
emotionally blackmail
me
jubilantly
..

October 28, 2017

Dear Neena :

Happy birthday !
..

fleeting thoughts
float as feathers…
I fumble they tumble
in my grieving heart’s
chambers as colored
glass in memory’s
kaleidoscope

..
you were
the one
who always noticed
storms
in my eyes
broken sobs
in my voice and heart

..

and shared
your own woes
our floodgates opening
and after our mutual
storms we usually ended
up by insanely
laughing

..
rest in light
in utter peace
know
you were
dearly loved
and will always
be sorely missed
..


painting is by Kanchanmala Ghosh, Kolkata

when words become flesh

A scar is what happens when the word is made flesh.
–Leonard Cohen

Accepting my way tossed barbs
wired together disjointed thoughts….
Strung them into sentences
sentencing maudlin creepers
Piggybacking on lightness
of my being to kingdom come…
Life is two faced
At best worst
I go for broke for eternal
Sunshine of mind without unnatural
Tweaking….steadily holding frame
In right mind…
at day’s end
am
a
mere
cliche
holding on to
Dignity

Palm prints

Firmly believing in living
Largely with what’s in hand
I no longer knit brows
browse in real earnest
At own palm prints
foretelling what may
Or mayn’t come
sweating
on it
Instead
I rub palms
gleefully
rejoicing
Each living moment
as I am
a human BEing
hence
I am relearning
the art of
simply BEing
in the
moment
as is
joyously

Painting : -Jupiter in Virgo is by Rene Magritte

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