The cool air on my face in the morning
A song in my ears that’s positively rocking The memory of my sleeping son, smiling When I kissed him goodbye this morning My heart lifts, and my soul smiles I spend the day in work, and compete against myself Proud of my work, irrespective of its significance Productivity, utilization, performance numbers sway Battles lost and won, lil triumphs pepper my day My heart lifts, and my soul smiles (although a lil tired this time) I anticipate an evening in my lil one’s presence Music, playfulness and nothing of any consequence Watching movies late night or just sleeping away To awake another day, and hopefully repeat today My heart lifts, and my soul smiles I am in love with today. I am in love with life I hope this love affair lasts a lifetime! ~Richa © 2022 Richa I am in love by Richa is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 License.
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Dreaming of a love that her heart desires A blissful sweetness that envelops the world In its golden... warm... honeyed languor An enchanting, exciting, electric presence Making her heart float in its incense A safe haven that is her anchor As she charts stormy, choppy waters Together discovering the worlds spoils Or staying at home, with a warm fire It can be all that and a lot more With the one that shares her soul Dreaming of a love that her heart desires... ~Richa © 2022 Richa Dreaming of love by Richa is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 License. At first it was an open fearful struggle
Learning the skills from the masters Fearfully practicing these skills brought Sweat, fear and the master’s angry retorts As time changed, shifting around her The struggles turned a strange corner Fear was shoved behind hidden walls As she worked with a fake, calm façade By and by the world accepted freely This fake outward calm as reality And suddenly she understood What lay beneath the master’s hood They, the masters, didn’t know it all They only conquered their fluttering heart So with time, familiarity re-placed fear And she became one of them. A fearless Master! ~Richa © 2022 Richa The master by Richa is licensed under aCreative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 License. Something flutters ... rises up,
Starts taking form and then stops Dying off into the distant dusk A phantom in the settling dust Its existence proven by The melancholy left behind ~Richa © 2022 Richa Somethingby Richa is licensed under aCreative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 License. Those who trampled over you are long forgotten
No not forgotten... just not important So what hurts so much, still? Making it hard to breathe life in It's not the memory of the past, But the wait for the future... at last Telling yourself to wait, wait for your day... It will be here ... some day Wait... wait for your day ~Richa © 2022 Richa Wait by Richa is licensed under aCreative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 License. he believes in the power of wishes
In healing laughter and true love's kisses Waiting for her love to find her, one day Sighing in sweet anticipation she prays... ~Richa © 2022 Richa Wishes and Prayers by Richa is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 License. The world goes about its business, quietly
Searching in the cupbooard of my memory I strive to ferret out one pure strand of raw emotion and come up with an empty hand nothing bursts with joy or aches with unseen wounds... nothing at all... isn't that wonderful? ~Richa © 2022 Richa Nothing at all by Richa is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 License. Pummelled down, fists flying left and right
Black and blue and aching all over from the fight No! don't hit back... hold your breath and wait wait... wait... wait... No!...No!... not yet... wait Let flames lick your lungs...as your breath burns Calmly the clock ticks along... and the wheels turn... Now!... it's your time, don't wait another second Lunge forward and hit hard... don't miss a single shot Now the fists fly again, with blinding might Running the enemy to the ground in a flash of light Gloriously victorious he gets up from the mess The victor walks away... without looking back ~Richa © 2022 Richa Wait... wait...by Richa is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 License.
He throws silly paper balls at her Then chortling with joy, falls over her She’s tired but just can’t get angry with him Loving the laughter, and the eyes twinkling His laughter surrounding her like water bubbles Soft and delicate, making her forget her troubles A low sweet laugh, that fills her heart to bursting Making her feel that the world is the colour of spring Used to the grime of life, this happiness scares her But her son wipes away the grime with a tiny ball of paper Ouch! she tries to dodge another paper ball in vain And the bubbles surrounded her again… - Richa Poetry originally posted on my wordpress blog. One of my sweetest memories (yaadein) of my son, when he was a tiny baby. |
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