Poems Archive for Emotions:

unborn

It’s not that I don’t hear you my
baby girl
I do
I even see your hurt eyes
looking longingly through
the big bay windows…
so much so that I’ve started
sensing you even before you appear
especially when I suddenly wake up
in the dead of night …I hear soft
footfalls from backyard..

nowadays my womb too is beset by sharp pangs…
and am forced to recall emerging from delirium
during procedures after the two miscarriages
inwardly weeping as doctor scraped your tender
half formed limbs, organs, heart…truthfully
I am not aware what was removed …..
I know that you solely occupy a special place
in my heart’s cave … your daddy had covered my cold
body with the softest of blankets while placing
a fresh bouquet near my bed as his eyes too
were teared up like mine…that was the only time
I saw him at his unguarded tenderest….

you’d knocked my maternal heart twice ..but .destiny
had other plans ….
now I’ll make an irrevocable pact with you …
… after my crossover from this life
let’s make a sacred covenant
…a tryst ….
for our togetherness
just come …
…light up my life
….I miss you so….I am usually very upbeat as you know …
laughing all the time
….
you see I’ve reserved all my grief and tears just for you
my unborn born baby girl…
I miss you so…
..

tyrant heart

This
tyrant
heart
of mine
grips
mind
treating it
so cavalierly
as if it were
a plaything
emotionally
blackmailing
by skipping
own beats
starting
stopping
at will….
scaring
it
silly
forgetting
it now
resides
in an older
aging body
not in
a burgeoning
recalcitrant
child
* * *

labyrinth

why
are human
emotions such a labyrinth
why can’t they be straight
up down concrete avenues
softened by nuzzling trees
preening
seasonally strewing
flowers….
in between
color-bursts
of enflamed
falls
fiery
chameleonic
leaves…leaving
in droves

many
splendored love
is
too much
of a
precious jewel
to be
strewn
carelessly
..
Just because everything is different doesn’t mean anything has changed ~ Irene Peter

framing (new)

fate has framed
citing karmic
theories

all my life
I’ve swum
against tide
..
never easy
traveling roads
hitherto untrodden
..
fate says
I am a messenger
I declare “no, am the message”
..
Go Figure
meanwhile
moon offers moonshine

old love from another life

( sorting old stuff : written notes, sepia photos can often hurl down memory lanes )
~

sudden sight of you
…has taken me aback
now revolting currents
are volt(ing)
in my veins
molten in wattage
as if every fiber
was on fire and
your killer smile
is still my undoing….
age may’ve
taken it’s toll
but my embers
remain warm
and glowing …..
certain loves
never know
when to quit….
~

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