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Varsha Tomar Poem
I can cry at night when the world is lost in sleep,
I can divert my mind with your thoughts when the wounds run deep!
But tonight I sit & wonder what is it you do when in pain?
Are there things that can make you cry & are you able to regain?
I wonder if your mind is put to rest after you weep?
Or are your insecurities too big to let you sleep?
I wish I was your Angel...wrap you in my arms and fly away...
To a place where you can live your life your way!
I wish to take you to my little world & hope for the time to hold,
I'll show you the diamond sky & the sun of gold!
Just a bit more further & there they stand...
Smiling at the Sun, no matter what turn it takes, that's exactly where they(Sunflowers) bend!
Let me take you to the top of a mountain, from where you'll see the Sun roll,
or do you wish to see the sparkling waters swallow the fireball.
Have you ever spoken to the wind or heard the rustling leaves,
or did you ever wish to follow the twinkling glow of those tiny creatures in one of those summery silent nights when the world rests in peace?
Let the droplets splash on your face & let the heavens break free;
handover those worries to the Rain while you dance with glee!
I wish to ease your pain, want you to leave them behind,
for you they are not worth, erase them from your mind!
I see a flicker of doubt in your eyes...but is it always so important for you to act wise?
Life has cheated you in a thousand ways but I promise, for this you'll not have to pay a price!
I wish to be your Angel; so what if only for a day...
I promise to love you forever though I know someday you'll want to leave me & go away!
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Day one of her stay,
and it was with my yellow slippers I had to part away.
She seemed to love them too,
though they were worn she treated them like new.
A lot younger than me,
when she smiled you could notice a missing tooth or three.
Her unkempt hair and shabby face almost gave me a fright,
yet there was something magnetic about those eyes that shone so bright.
Giving me a sly look, hiding behind her mother's faded saree,
I knew with her around I had a lot to worry.
Within a week she was to my mother what the moon is to the night,
owing to which not a day went by when the two of us did not fight.
One fateful gloomy day when I came home from school,
with the winds wailing loud and the rain clouds of the deepest grey looking so cruel.
The house looked deserted with no one in sight,
it was only later I learnt that Meera, our maid's daughter had been hurt.
A bus ran her over while she was crossing the street,
and no matter how much she willed she will no longer be able to stand on her feet.
My gaze now settles on the yellow slippers lying abandoned in a corner,
as if mourning for it's limbless owner.
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Tucked away and never been seen for half a decade and more, a box that brings to the fore memories galore.
Been six years you passed away, since then I haven't been able to find in anyone a real friend.
Everything that reminded me of you I pushed inside a box, mad at you for leaving me behind to grieve your death.
Recollection of the blissful moments of our friendship made me miserable, how I wish I had a forewarning of your betrayal.
The tear-soaked pillows and my stifled whimpers have wiped away any bitterness there was, all that remains now is pain and an inexplicable emptiness.
With shaky fingers I open the cardboard box, peering at me from within is a red little teddy, on it's bib the image of a fox. One of the gifts you gave me each year on my birthday, I sit here clutching this small tiny thing amazed at how without so much as a word from you how six long years have gone away.
Rummaging through several Archies cards and a booklet of quotes on friendship my gaze lingers a little longer on the lines highlighted by you. I never really bothered to read them then but today my eyes glisten while I do.
At the bottom is a stack of letters you wrote to me while you were ill, the rosiness of my romantic world had made me so impatient I had not read them full.
Your passing away shook me up and on my soul left a big dint, but now when I read between the lines I realize you had given me a hint.
Maybe it was me , who in my love for you refused to believe that even angels die in order to find their peace!
With the romantic period over, a girl sits squatted on the floor with her agonies, in front of her lies open a box full of memories!
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Here comes the monsoon
with the yellow frogs croaking
and pitchers all full
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A visit to my village in the month of june,
all that it offers you is a very short day and a lazy afternoon.
Soft whirring of the fan making heavy the eyelids,
trying in futile to stay open over a paragraph in a book.
With the little ones all wide awake,
chattering over games of carrom and chess
sending about a crazy cacophony of voices.
But with the red and green sherbets making up
for the tormenting heat outside.
Competing over how many mangoes one can eat,
a one..a two..and there's no count how many more.
The otherwise chirpy fruit orchard wears
a graveyard like eerie mood of it's own in the hot summer noon.
With not too many birds in sight,
yet you can sometimes spot a dog sulking in the grove hiding from the hot sunlight.
While I continue to crib and cry waiting impatiently for the monsoons
a sibling in a faraway land keeps fond memories of his Indian summer afternoons.
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Don't want to be tied no more to the shackles of my own thoughts. My body is like a cage and I want to break free.
I have no regrets and though a few dreams haven't been fulfilled but no more crying over that what wasn't meant to be.
I want so much to escape from the worldly pleasures and from the daily madness of the things around , I want to fly high in the sky and wish so much to be me.
I want to be the wind, the rain and the fire that's burning inside me, I want to be the bird that's watching everything silently perched high up on a tree.
I no more wish to visit the places where the world thinks God resides since there's no point talking to someone who is not like me...I have cried endlessly to Him and He still seems not to see!
How I wish I could just Break Free.
Varsha Tomar
Contest name : 5th poem, you have post on the soup
Sponsor name: SKAT - OZ
30th june 2013
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They said a visit to your shrine would pave an easy way to heaven;
Lord, little did I know once there I'd never return.
Your fury and Your rage finally brought me to my righteous place;
for long we took for granted Your loving and beautiful face.
On being born as humans we'd often gloat;
it now pains to see how like ants our dead bodies float.
A mortal being at Your mercy begging You for peace;
what sacrifice shall I now make for You in order to appease?
You loosened the waters and You blew the wind;
like messengers of death they turned cold and blind.
At Your behest taking everything in their wake - our bodies and the trees;
amazing how even death can come with so much ease!
Lord, now my soul will linger here for eternity;
in your peaceful abode I have found my sanctity.
But if at all You shall give me another body, another face;
I promise You Lord I will find my way back to Your place.
Once again for You to unleash Your fury,
and once again for my mortal being to be ravaged!
(Dedicated to Lord Shiva and the thousands of pilgrims who lost their lives in the floods in Uttarakhand, India)
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A star spangled sky,
an illuminated pathway,
a world full of people and
a room echoing with laughter .
Yet I yearn for just one star to fall for me,
one lamp to light my way,
one person in a crowd of millions and that smile which will take all my tears away.
Clutching to the moments which were so few,
racing back to the time which was too good to be true.
I have waited for an eternity for you and
now again I stand here wishing and waiting for you to make my dreams come true!
Time will cease to move and words will have no meaning.
My love for you will never come to my lips but will find it's way to my eyes and trickle down my cheeks.
I have a thousand ways to do this and
another thousand to do that
but when you will meet me again
I won't have a single way to say how much I love you!
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Shining bright fireflies
Small little diamonds hanging
From velvet summer skies.
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It is the eczema of the heart and the itching so profound,
no matter how close you may look the wounds are not to be found.
Form : Couplet
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