Winter Love

Life does come a full circle. I wrote this poem last year around the same time, positively in hope for new love and the spirit of this poem has stayed alive with me...the spirit of winter....the spirit of love....the spirit of hope, vitality, joie de vivre, and all that JAZZ!!

and I realized that finding love isn't just about finding that someone special, it's about finding love within your self...figuring out how much exactly you're capable of....and this year taught me a lot of that....

this year, although still a few paces away from it's end, is undoubtedly going down my memory files as a brilliant example of what life can be!

This poem....is dedicated to MY 2010!!

In winter's sun, she's come undone

Her beauty has unfurled

Her lips, in love, enchanted, burn

Her tresses lie uncurled

In blissful rays of sun-kissed glaze

Her face it shines so bright

Her spirit soars in wondrous gaze

A feather oh so light

Her eyes they dance, like in a trance

So deep in love's embrace

And soft she sings at every chance

A ballad to its grace

But, her heart, pure, is still unsure

Like a dew drop on grass

What trespasses it will endure

And what shall come to pass

It's strains, like verse, a rhyme they seek

Oh where, oh where her love will be

Fool's Paradise

Curse be upon the winter's frost

Love's garden lies to rot in cold

Summer's glory has long been lost

This fabled passion has grown old

Passing days hardly stop to sigh

Or reminisce its past embrace

Rainbow beholds a smile gone wry

Mistaking it for gentle grace

Icy chills burn tears in its eyes

Creeping into the muffled screams

The earth's gone hollow in its cries

From jaded fears of dreamless dreams

Trespassers tread on virgin beds

With blackened feet on blackened flowers

And somewhere in the deepest reds

Creeps in the blue of painful hours

No saviour for fool's paradise

Has come this way and stayed a while

And yet it waits for one sunrise

To bear it through the winter's guile

Un-Explicit Love

I could be
The biggest wave in the sea
But there's nothing I could be
That makes you see me

And I'd outshine
The brightest star in the sky
But you'll never know why
It's for you, my light

And I could croon
In the most melodious tune
But you wouldn't know
It was sung for you

On a canvas spread
I could paint the deepest red
But it won't mean
The thousand words I've said

Because I just can't seem
To find a way to mean
The way I feel
And what you are to me

And so I hope
When I hold you close
Somehow it shows
It's you I chose!!

it isn't really easy....

It isn't really easy to come up with something to write about...despite the fact that your mind maybe overloaded with thoughts....

this overload is also kind of like a void....it's like you're in some old garage or attic with loads of things that you've kept piled on top of one another....rummaging in the dark...there's not much you can find...it's still a void to you....

how easy do you think it is to dig out a memory?? without having to disturb the delicate way in which thoughts have been shoved into this bloody messed up head?

well....someday....the freak in me will come and clean out some of the crap....but there's one piece of information I need to put out there


"HELP WANTED"

the age of self

Okay, sounds a little dramatic...but in several ways...we are living in the age of self.

Point in case: I just created my own group on facebook called Vidushi's Poetry...and i'm not even close to the starters. People have groups on their ideologies, photography, work, blogs, pictures, and even just 'we love so and so' groups.

It makes me think about how much of this stems from the fact that none of us actually have the time or patience for or even memory of the interests of our own close friends. Do we need it plastered across a profile that our friend was recently out for a camping trip and took wonderful photos. Have we come to the point where we have so many people that we no longer have people close to us?? I know that no one has walked up to me in a very long time and asked me if i've written anything new... It is assumed that if I do...it will be up somewhere online and notifications will be sent to all proclaiming a feat!!

Having said that....I must add, that if this is the sort of world we are coming to....where too many people have too little time for each other...this may be the only saviour we have

And we may as well be jumping into creating more effective intra-personal communication....rather than these one sided blogs that never receive any comments!!

Reblogging

Okay, so I must confess that I haven't written a blog in a long long time.... but well...there hasn't been much muse to talk of....or perhaps there has been....it just hasn't got me moving off my lazy bum.

a reintroduction may not be befitting....but as the blog name suggests.... it talks of those random daily things, things i would perhaps discuss with you if you were hanging out with me.

Since I've already mentioned the word 'muse'... i must go on to explain it further. If you ask me to cross my heart and swear to die... i would say i'm not much of a writer....perhaps a poet... but that's it...and i just use 'muse' as an escape point to avoid dealing with writing...which can open up a lot of forbidden doors...

But yes, i do need a muse to feel inspired to write....maybe not a Shakespeare style muse...some magical prince in shining armour or anything....but more of a real muse...some one or some thing that can make me deal with my feelings....i've written odes to cigarettes as well...so it doesn't take much to be my muse...i need a spark from that muse...something extraordinary....something that has a punch...good or bad is regardless

well....since i am reblogging....a post or two of inspiration may not be such a bad thing to get me going....

but this time... i'll try to be a little more regular!

Korean Hostages

I'm not much of a news person....but this one hit me pretty hard... it was one of the usual problems in Afghanistan...some Koreans had been taken hostage... it didn't register...till I saw a clipping of the hostages....something about that photograph irked me...and my was flooded with memories from the international volunteers conference last year....

I searched the CNN website for the clipping and when I saw it...a sudden chill went down my spine... I had met these kids...only a few months back... I'd seen their enthusiasm... I had worked with some of them on our presentation...

It all felt like such an amazing time where all of us had gathered to discuss what we could do to make this world a better place....And this is how we pay... I mean...I cannot even imagine how completely scared those kids would be...how much they are being wronged... I mean what's their fault?

If anyone has a problem with a country they capture innocent people and kill them, torture them.... why doesn't anyone take Bush hostage and torture him to death??!! It's so frustrating that the same world that we're trying to change wants to stay gripped in the ignorant, inhuman ways that they themselves curse!!!

My prayers go out to all of these kids and their families... I hope to see them back in a safe place...and maybe meet at some other conference...