Mornings!

Bouncing back from yesterday's mindless horrors (not with a lil help from fellow blogger friends, thank yew, dearies!) I am back with a bang (wouldn't just love it, if there was a r.e.a.l one..heehee!)
I took a trip around the world, with a steaming mug of coffee in hand. How does that grab you? And thats exactly what I did. Enjoyed. Right here by plonking my ass in front of the computer, first thing in the morning! The beds are unmade, the dishes still in the sink, the house a mess, and my kid glued to the T.V. Ahhh, theres modern motherhood for you (arrrrrgh, am I turning into a mummy blogger or what!!..there goes my 'image'-don't know what it is anyway, snigger). So coming back, hurrah, for the computer, hurrah for the net, I pay my obeisance to the Cybergods for letting me partake in this pure pleasure and indulging in a lil free morning therapy ( a substitute for the 'pooja'- I can't remember when was the last time I did that..hmmm..) and went blog-hopping with a vengeance!
I trapezed from a student's first day in HongKong and shared her mornings (I wonder what she's doing now?) to the travails of an Immigrant to the political heavyweighting of Pundits in the US of A, to the bitching in Banglore (more bangs!!..heh), to musing about love in London! Quite a ride and hey my coffee's diasappeared, need to get some more! Cheers!

You.

Damnit.
Just when I think I've thrown it all out, flushed it all out of my system. It comes back.
Just when I think I've doused the blaze, the pain, it flares up all over again.
Damn. damn this. damn me.

Be my love.

I want.
To meander randomly, stroll quietly, write with a purposeless purpose; let words have their way, pleasure me, I say.

A smile.

The little wordy handkerchiefs of grief are dry, crackling with starch and ironed but they blow now in the wind, freely moving voile. Sometimes they have a stiff upper lip, these words, I want to nudge them then into a gently gliding smile.Make love to me, molten liquid words, kiss me wet and linger, words don’t you abandon me, ever.

Don’t be shy.
Open me up to the world, take me to its delightful heights or then bring the world to me; I promise you won’t be disappointed. I’ll give you lacy words; I’ll give you silky solace, words don’t you leave me, ever.

Stay.
By the day, down meandering lanes, where breathy life shelters in cafes; sit with me awhile as I tuck you into my paper, capture you forever in inky blots on napkins with spring Daffodil sketches as the filtered aroma of a creamy cappuccino wafts sighing up to us.

I promise.
I’ll bed you by the night; take you to dreamscapes where I paint passion with a luminous brush and whisper wordy iridiscence. Lets tuck ourselves in, lost in each other as the room rises and falls with us with its smiling walls lustily cocooning us and the windows lower their eyes in innocence.

Words.
Be my love.
Forever.

Heartfelt....

A.

Questions.

Absolute Truth : Is there one ?
I have always believed in that, but the world has its own versions and so does everybody else. The demarcating lines get swirled into a big whirlpool of conflicting emotions of every hue and colour and no more is there the clarity of a black and white truth! What IS the colour of truth ?
Whose truth ?!

One cannot escape the moments of truth one faces in life; some face it with dignity, others with a jaunty shrug, with the philosophy of hey, whatever suits me and who cares! I keep looking back over the shoulder to watch the child that still walks with me, within me and I realise I am no closer to answering any of it than I was then. If at all, everything’s more of a blurry grey!
I suppose it’s the case with most and most would prefer not to think! ‘You think too much’ is the common refrain. Perhaps they are wise but then I never was!

Eternal questions haunt me.
Why was I born?
To what greater purpose is life?
Surely theres more to life, than being born, working, mating, dying?

For the fire-flower at my core, won’t let me rest....
The Chakra whirling inside as....
I keep searching for The Light.

Fire flower : The core !

A.

Answers.

I don’t want you
does that mean
I don’t love you ?

Answers aren’t
meant to be simple
merely antithetical.

Shards of glass
piercing through
that’s peace
absent for you.

So for now
I am learning
trying to
let go of you.