A Story About Love

"Taj President, good morning and how can I help you sir"

The voice he heard over the line set his heart aflutter.

He couldn't understand it, 

How this simple greeting, 

Had caused his pulse to start racing. 

He seemed bewitched by that voice,

As if the fates had left him no choice.

There was a magnetic pull unknown,

And so each day, he reached for the phone,

To have that slight bit of conversation.

Little did he know they would last for his life's duration.

That he would wake up each day to her good mornings

And end each one with her good nights.

The first time they laid eyes on each other,

Definitely surprised her in to a stutter.

It was anything but an ideal situation,

She - all wrapped up in her blankets shivering,

He - having spent the day frantically wondering,

What happened to that voice that made his days seem brighter?

He'd dashed out of his home and made up his mind,

Today the face to that voice, he'd definitely find.

And so their story began anew,

Looking back, they felt that their time together just flew.

It was filled to the brim with trials and troubles, 

That usually came with the package of love and romantically involved couples.

But they persevered together for 14 long years,

Through the ups and the downs and all of their fears.

Married on 21st December 1991,

That is when their second story begun.

This is where the fairy tales end,

Happily ever after, but I won't pretend.

They had their fair share of road bumps and fights

But at the end of the day they always came back to make things right

And next came one more little joy (I think) - me!

And their story went forward, now including three.

Here I leave you with the end of this piece,

About the re-telling of a love that didn't cease.

Maybe it was never about the gift wrapped ending,

That all the movies and novels have had us believing.

But faith, strength, determination and understanding,

That are pillars of a relationship that can be everlasting.

Ripped jeans

Will you decide what I should be wearing?

Your pompous views stating that a woman can't be daring.

Will you decide what makes a woman 'sanskari'?

Your ideas that a woman should be all wrapped up in a nice sari.

Have you been looking around at the world changing?

Where women stand tall with their voices engaging.

Do you think the outer wear can define ones inner self?

Your backward thoughts probably need to be placed back on a dusty shelf.

A person is not defined by their clothing

Ripped jeans makes a woman indecent, you've got to be joking!

Your mind set needs quite a bit of an upgrade,

Your notions are definitely not of this decade.

Each of us will stand shoulder to shoulder for what is right and just,

Till we snuff out such perceptions and turn them to dust.

The Start of Something New

Two silent ships passing in the night,

Moving in perfect harmony,

They docked up parallel to each other,

Never meeting during their journey.

A light knock of one body to the other,

With the soft waves created their destiny,

The light touch sparked something within,

They looked to one another to find they were meant to be.

And then the skies broke apart to a bright new day,

The fates smiling down on them knowingly.

Ablaze

She saw fire in the skies,
Blazing hot, orange vastness.

She felt the heat in her bones,

As she walked that empty road,

Slowly approaching the end of the line,

Ready to run through it and prevail.

Because she knew she would fight,

Right up until the end.

No matter all the voices she heard,

Telling her she couldn't, 

Telling her she'd fail.

She banished those thoughts,

Those fearful lies,

Being fed to her by the silence inside her head,

Being fed to her by the unseen and the unnamed.

She focused instead on her beating heart,

The pieces of her that made her whole,

The sounds of encouragement of those who loved her,

The vitality and strength coursing through her blood,

Each day, every day,

And so she screamed in defiance,

At all that was holding her back,

And sprinted head on,

Straight into the flames!

 

Pockets of Time

Do you feel your moment...

Your present, your now, your current?

Do you believe in your strength...

Your values, your principles, your intent?

Do you see the world full of opportunity...

Partaking in the small joys of your life's continuity?

The hidden beat of a birds soft chirping, 

The gracious movement of a leaf's unfurling,

The innocence of a child's first giggle,

The happiness of a mother's first snuggle.

Do you pause to hold on to these pockets of time...    

Your feelings, your hopes, your dreams, your climb?  

Do you keep that piece of you intact...

Your peace, your truth, your love's impact?

Do you hold on to your purpose in life...

To keep you together through your lows and highs?

The moments you cherish and keep close to your heart,

The ones with those you never want to part,

Focus on them in your here and now,

And make your mark with what life endows.

The Widow

The lights went out 

A plate shattered

A choking guzzling sound was heard

A thud as something hit the table

Just a matter of seconds changed her story

As the room was bathed in light once more 

His dropped down head as if asleep

Startled the entire dinner party

Wide eyes met each other 

Hers round and shocked the most

She stifled a scream and reached for the phone 

Shaking hands and shaking voice

The whispers around her felt from afar

The death reported, they waited in silence

The doctor would have to examine him now

She sat completely still, the arms around her unfelt

He was gone, her life's companion

Where would her fate take her now

The next few hours felt like a whirlwind

A heart attack, the doctor declared

Sighs and laments filled the room

Oh! So sudden, what will the poor widow do?

The maid ushered the guests out 

Each one consoling her in dismay

It will be fine, it will be alright

Don't worry they said, a better place he'll find

She nodded to each and stared at the floor

The doors closed, the body at the morgue

Funeral arrangements would be made tomorrow

Up the stairs she went alone

And began to change to turn in for the night

As she stared at herself in the mirror

She finally allowed herself to relax

With steel in her eyes she touched each mark 

The blue bruises on her didn't hurt as much

The knot in her stomach now unwound

Good thing she chose poison and not a gun

The blood spatter would've been a nightmare to clean up.

I miss you

I miss you a little bit more each day
And wish I'd have had more time with you to stay
I miss your smile and the light in your eyes
I miss the little love you's and good-nights
I miss being called your angel and sweetheart
I miss the sound of your laugh which would always make me start
I miss you driving me everywhere
And all of the wisdom that you used to share
I miss the little things that you would do
To ensure your little girl was happy through and through
I miss standing on your feet and dancing around
And the piggyback rides all across the ground
I miss holding your hand which always engulfed mine
And looking into your brown eyes with all the laugh lines
But most of all I miss your unconditional love
It made me feel special like I was your treasure trove
There's a space in my heart which feels empty now
And time and again I have to fill it with happy thoughts of you somehow
I tell myself to be strong the way you would have wanted
But your loss is something that can't be easily casted
I love you Dad and I always will
I'll miss you each day that I'll live.