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In the cozy, dark chamber of my womb , you fought hard to breathe,
And we prayed.
Your safe passage out into this beautiful world a huge concern,
And your too-soon departure to an oblivion,
our world’s dreaded fear.
A room in the hospital became our home, a surreal place,
Where hope intertwined with fear in every breath we would take.
The smell of medicines, the frequent pricks of needles,
The oxygen mask to keep me and you breathing and alive,
All this didn’t break my spirits with your father and family by my side.
A whirlwind of urgency to shield the lives of two entwined souls,
At the seventh month, a way for hasty entrance for you was made,
Your tiny frame bore the scars of early strife,
But through it all, you clung to the gift of life.
Every step you took was delayed,
Seizures, temper storms,
And subsequent hospital vists surged,
Yet within you, a resilience silently grew.
In schoolyard whispers, looks of contempt and curious stares,
You faced the world, your spirit unimpaired.
Branded different, yet you stood tall,
Embracing each challenge, refusing to fall.
Through tears and triumphs, you forged ahead,
Standing your ground strong.
A rock of strength, where others fled,
Engineering dreams within your grasp, you seized,
Now at twenty-one,
a milestone accomplished,
"Aaditya 2.0," you proudly proclaim,
A testament to perseverance, not in vain.
As a family, we've weathered the stormy tide,
Guided by love, with you by our side.
The journey, though arduous, has shaped you true,
Into a son, a brother, resilient and anew.
On this special day, as candles softly glow,
Know that our love for you continues to grow.
For in every hurdle, every triumph, we see,
The essence of Aaditya, strong and to be free!
©?Chitra Arun
2024
When the earth in me scorched with heat,
leaving it arid and banal.
Long strenuous trail crammed me,
choking me to death.
Thrusting the life in me to an impregnable battle -array,
I lay there in the bed of thorns,
wading and waning off from the last slumber.
Plagued thoughts of never seeing the world of my dreams again,
those nightmares,
gruesome stalked me.
Perseverance to achieve my dreams I did have,
once was a shield and amour for my loved ones,
today I lie there playing cat and mouse with life instead.
Culling me from my loved ones,
leaving me at the end of pain,
life left me in the bosom of death.
Yet few breaths left,
cantillated life in me.
As she came by fluttering wings,
emitting a strange luminescence.
The radiance in her entered my soul,
comforting the strife of my night.
Perplexed I was!
Who are you, Angel?
A deafening clamour amid death-like desolation,
came out from my soul.
Angel is here to wipe off the agony,
of this bag of bones.
Spread out the wings that whisper,
angel said!
I retorted aloud,
whenever I tried to spread my wings that whisper,
silently and in agony, it cries.
Shackles that confine those wings,
curbing the flight,
leaving you with fragmented hope.
Ban those thoughts,
thus, the angel spoke.
I sat there brooding about what angel spoke,
I can, I will, I shall yelled out my whispering wings.
Cried out my heart aloud,
you are my angel in disguise,
you eased off my pain with your eyes.
Belief I had in me somewhere,
awakened that strength in me by angel.
My wings spread out,
taking a massive flight,
wings that whispered once,
Sang out loud.
©Chitra Arun
Anshikavi, a name of grace and might,
A minute particle, a radiant light,
In the world, a shimmering speck, Anshikavi,
A minute particle may be, yet beautifully free,
With strength that blooms, like a flower in the dawn.
In her, the world finds beauty so rare,
She's ready to conquer, to boldly declare.
With dreams as vast as the endless skies,
In her spirit, the universe lies,
In her, the universe, its secrets drawn.
She's a tapestry of stars, a cosmic dance,
In her heart, galaxies, a cosmic romance,
Her spirit unfurls, like petals to the sun,
Anshikavi, a journey, just begun.
In her eyes, the wisdom of countless skies,
Anshikavi's grace, in each step she strides,
She weaves dreams, like threads of silken lace,
A masterpiece of time, her radiant face.
With resilience, she weathers life's fierce storm,
She navigates through the madness, finds her way,
In the chaotic world, she shines each day.
Through storms and trials, she'll find her way,
With unwavering determination, come what may.
With intellect as her sword and kindness as her shield,
In this unpredictable world, she'll never yield,
She'll climb the mountains, cross the vast sea,
A lady of strength, forever wild and free.
Anshikavi, in her, a heart so warm,
She's a symphony of strength, a guiding light,
In her, the world finds hope, in darkest night.
Anshikavi, the universe's artistry,
A minute particle, yet full of majesty,
In her existence, a story softly told,
A testament to beauty, forever unfolds.
In this tumultuous world, she is the best,
A conqueror, a dreamer, so fiercely true,
Anshikavi, the world belongs to you.
©?Chitra Arun
Anagha, the faultless,
or a name that rings with perfection's grace,
The name that also embodies Shiva,
Born from a womb that radiates with magnitude
A beacon of light, a symbol of peace,
Anagha's essence never seems to cease.
Why is it that you are still so despised?
Know the power that you define.
Let your strength be mighty and bright,
Defying any torture that may take flight.
Anagha the sinless,
Devouring the deviltry of others.
Stand tall in all your truth,
Let cynics slip away like sand.
With unwavering power stand,
Unfazed, you'll tread on a steadfast land.
Discover yourself, be true,
For those who don’t respect, Adieu!
Gentle like a flower with thorns sharp and ready,
Show them all what you are made of and steady.
Proving that beauty and strength can co-exist,
Rise to the challenges and persist.
Anagha the uninjured,
Unscathed only by name,
Yet impugned by fate.
For though life may give you many a blow,
You rise above,
Your resilience ever glows.
Uninjured by name,
Yet scarred by fate,
You are the embodiment of sheer strength.
Pain may come by hits and blows,
But not to hold you down,
You still stand unbroken,
In an unyielding crown.
They might try to tear you down,
But your spirit cannot truly drown.
For every blow just fuels your fire,
And strengthens you,
Your soul truly inspires.
Though life may try to bring you low,
You stand triumphant
Your spirit aglow!
©Chitra Arun
13th June 2023
It was never her choice,
to be into the red gallows.
Body sold in the witching hour,
forsaking her hemorrhaged soul,
she moves on.
Twitching in pain,
trembling limbs,
scars of yesterday’s lust,
squashing the very being out of her,
yet she bounces back in the morning.
A wife and a mother,
her own choice,
her only aberration,
falling in love with a man,
who placed her under the red light,
with harrowing nights.
Just for the livelihood of her family,
which her man should have given,
she sold herself every day.
The lusty eyes,
that could have grazed upon the innocent,
she cools that lust off,
at the cost of her nights.
Today she is at crossroads,
her man being bludgeoned to death.
She ran from one hospital to another,
with her mate writhing in pain.
God – speed said few of her clan,
from the crimson gallows.
Succumbed he did,
with the setting sun.
Disowned by society,
and now by protectors of law too,
She stood there perplexed.
Benumbing silence engulfed her,
She held two arms tight,
better or worse life would enfold,
unaware, unperturbed she stood there,
a defying silence,
chilling the soul.
It was not her choice,
to be pushed into the red gallows,
now with two innocent souls,
walking along by her side,
On these roads!
@Chitra Arun
May 2022
I have been gone for a while
needed time to regroup
this delectable mixture
this poetry soup
When I am not here
I wonder with query
uplifting comments of Karen Leary
Kristin Reynolds my friend
this is not a wrap
as she weaves you into her poetry trap
Sharon Weimer my sweet
just how are you
she molds you into her poetry stew
Patricia Adams, Heidi Buys and Chitra Lakhera
I hold none closer or who are dearer
Janice Herzog, Carrie Richards, and Christy Hardy
pour in the ingredients of this tasty party
Rhoda Galgani, Elaine George, and Laura Mckenzie
who stir up the words and stir something in me
Sara Lokken, Farah Chamma, Fathima Dawood
so inspiring the ingredients so delicious, so good
Teresita Cailo, Adell Foster and Constance Lafrance
this smorgasbord, so hearty it makes one dance
flavors and seasonings that makes up this group
all the ingredients enhanced by diverse poetry soup
TO THE ONES THAT I MISSED
NOT AN INTENTIONAL SLIGHT
SO MANY TO ADD IN NOT AN
OVERSIGHT IT JUST GOES TO SHOW OF
THE DIVERSITY WITHIN
BECAUSE WRITING UNITES AND ALL
COLORS BLEND
BECAUSE POETRY IS COLOR BLIND
AND WE SHOULD BE AS WELL
MAY WE ALL HAVE A BETTER YEAR
AND LIVE TO TELL THE TALE
LONESOME TRAILS
Trails of a long lonesome journey,
Still has memoirs, leaving imprints behind.
Ensuing the winding path,
through avalanche and gorge far and wide,
a lone traveller seeking solace,
betwixt the expanse of the world.
The wind muttered secrets,
carrying echoes of buried tales,
each step leaving an ineffaceable mark,
embossed upon the tapestry of time.
Through thick forests of ambiguity,
and deserts of unanswered questions,
In search of meaning and understanding,
I walked.
Imprints left behind tell stories of grit and brawn,
Of battles fought and victories won,
Of losses grieved and lessons learned.
But as I look back on the path,
Traced by the soles of my weary feet,
I realize it was never about the destination,
But the journey that transformed my soul.
The imprints may fade with time,
But the memories will linger on,
For each step taken on that long lonesome road,
Shaped the person I am.
I hold close the paths I’ve journeyed,
With their peaks and valleys intertwined,
For they are more than mere imprints left,
Oh, they paint the essence of a life refined.
©Chitra Arun
The weight of my heart feels heavy,
As I watch you talk about leaving.
A pit of despair swallows me whole,
As I imagine a world without you, alone and cold.
Every whispered word of freedom,
Feels like a death knell for our love.
I try to understand your longing,
But the pain of losing you makes my heart feel strung.
Am I not enough to make your heart sing?
Is this partnership not worth the fight?
These questions taunt and sting,
As I try to make sense of your sudden flight.
The crushing weight of heartbreak rests heavy on my chest,
As I hear you speak of freedom, of leaving all the rest.
My mind races with fears, with questions left unasked,
As I watch my happiness shatter, an impossible task.
What of all the dreams we shared,
the plans we made for life?
The hurt and pain of these thoughts cut deep within my soul,
As I witness your desire for freedom,
as you plan to tow a different role.
The thought of you moving away,
of leaving me behind,
Rips my life apart,
my heart in desperate bind.
©Chitra Arun
It feels like just yesterday I saw you smiling,
and talking in whispering notes,
and it's today that you marked your new journey.
The news that brought tears to my eyes,
and you made me remember, what it was like to cry.
Aghast I am that,
never again to you, I will say hello.
It was hard to see you in eternal sleep,
clad in white, covered in flowers.
Yet my heart still says,
you would always stay around.
Your voice so subtle,
yet your wisdom and thoughts so profound.
Now you in that heavenly place,
on the wings of the heavenly dove,
soaring so high above.
As today you parted away in silence and tears,
to disembody for a new journey,
broken and shattered I am,
I regret never saying how much I love you,
and in silence, I grieve.
Let me cry myself to sleep at night,
and pray that Jesus keeps your soul at peace.
Now and forever,
you will be the one I always admired.
©Chitra Arun
(* In the memory of my beloved Uncle Eapen, who now rests peacefully in the heavenly abode)
In the depths of Tadoba,
where shadows sway,
once lived Maya,
the Tigeress, in a mystical way.
There was an silent under tone through the forest,
As she graced with majestic stripes,
she Ruled the land, morning and night,
especially the moonlit jungle,
indeed a breathtaking sight.
But fate, may you say?
or a merciless hunter?
had its own course,
And took Maya's spirit, with a force.
Her spirit still dances as a gentle breeze,
amidst the lush greenery,
where she once roamed and reigned,
there lies a story of her courage,
a tale to be told.
Through her amber eyes, the forest wept,
for Maya's journey,
in the wilderness suddenly snapped!
Her roars echo through the rustling leaves,
For every paw print left in the dust,
Carries the betrayal of a tiger's trust.
But in the tranquility of Tadoba's sigh, Maya's spirit soars,
refusing to die.
In the glow of twilight,
her memory burns bright,
Maya lives on, in the wild.
©?Chitra Arun