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Dream

The darkness was deep
A candle was lit.
The light was confined, yet encouraging
Flickering in the soothing after shower breeze.

The lights went out suddenly,
As the thunder crackled through the silence;
The Lightning bolt illuminating the night like a day
For a fraction of a second;

The raging storm had passed,
Sweeping with it everything mundane,
The existing life outside looked weary, as if
Catching a breath, post fighting the unprepared battle,

And so is our lives,
The thunder burns, the lightning strikes,
The Storm demolishes
And the rains wash way

Untangling us of our dependencies,
Presenting forth a reason to rebuild anew
And start afresh our path
Not deterring to build our own destiny

The flickering light is the Hope,
Conserved but certain;
Its not the means how we lead our lives
But the meaning why we live our lives

And the journey continues with a promise,
The journey beyond our comforts, beliefs and dreams.

——– Mahua

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Black and white rainbow

It was drab and grey. The soft drizzle outside was like a lullaby. The lullaby that could hitch the conscious soul into a sub-conscious different world, a world of beauty, dreams and rarities. the hymn inside my head was continuous, in resonance with the drip drop sound outside in the streets. I was staring at the big white canvas with a brush in one hand and a palette of colours in the other. The colours would be useless if i had chosen to paint my canvas as the like the grey monotone outside, but the picture in my mind’s eye was so so in contrast with the one infront of my naked eyes. It was bright with an array of rainbow colours.

Staring straight out of the hazy glass window I could see a passing woman all wet and shivering in the chill but how strange it was that in my other world there was a similar woman strolling by a beautiful moor in the bright sunshine. I was lost in thought, how could I transfer my mind’s rainbow image onto the canvas on such a drab and gloomy day.  Rescue was at hand when the carefree artist in me took over the cautious vigilante’ self.

The sunshine in my mind was such that my own eyes were twinkling out of it and so the first colour my brush automatically touched was yellow……

Me-mories

The thoughts I had,
I kept them safe and secure
Held in closed bottles
Huddled in a corner obscure.

And when I rummaged through
The safe corner;
The warmth of the memories
Left me to ponder.

I realised soon, suppressed those flashes
Thus woke up from my reverie,
Hurriedly locked them back up and threw away the key;
Lest it would re-kindle the fire hiding in the ashes.

I would rather wait;
Maybe on an elusive sunny day
Should you hold me and delve into my eyes,
You might find the long lost key,
And re-discover the best part of me.

------ Mahua (09.10.2019)

The Wait

The wait was almost over,
 Gazing out of the window
 I could see the lashing waves,
 Witness the vastness of the ocean.

 The vastness made me scared,
 Scared and alone,
 As if it could engulf into itself
 My entire existence.

 But I was certain
 Sure of my love coming to my rescue
 Holding my hand firmly
 And make me overcome my horror in a glimpse.

 As the rise of the Sun was absolute
 I was assured of my phone ringing
 Almost hallucinating its ring throughout the night
 Ringing and announcing my darling’s arrival.
 Still the wait was long
 Wearing me of my enthusiasm
 To see the smile, the glitter in her eyes,
 Like the after shower rainbow in the skies.
 The heat of the day made me tired
 My eyes closed with the phone in my hand
 
And I was drowning not able to breathe
 Hand outstretched in despair.
 Then I felt the touch so rare
 Awakened by the gentle hug and a sweet kiss
 Leaning on to me there was my reason to live
 And I realized,
 Love is not what you ask for,
 But love is what you give.
 --------- Mahua
 (02.05.2013)