Poetic meditations

At last, I found my own voice, I’ll no longer sing out of tune, I’ll no longer speak incoherently, I’ll no longer heed to your hush, hush imploring, I’ll no longer speak in hushed tones, I’ll no longer whisper in the dark, I’ll no longer keep mum, As you step on my toes I’ve found my own song , Don’t expect me to keep on singing yours, I’ve found my own voice, Don’t expect to keep on speaking for me, I’ve found my own courage, I can now shout in the dark HOORAY! At last.

I hurt myself so, I dream though my dream not, I think though my mind be devoid of new ideas, Yet my hopes are not yet crushed, I yearn for the hand of destiny, For the land of miracles, To yet again make our paths, If only for the last time, Cross again

At last, I found my own voice, I’ll no longer sing out of tune, I’ll no longer speak incoherently, I’ll no longer heed to your hush, hush imploring, I’ll no longer speak in hushed tones, I’ll no longer whisper in the dark, I’ll no longer keep mum, As you step on my toes I’ve found my own song , Don’t expect me to keep on singing yours, I’ve found my own voice, Don’t expect to keep on speaking for me, I’ve found my own courage, I can now shout in the dark HOORAY! At last.

I am so so sorry For the pain for the pain I caused you this year For all the tears you shed Or never shed For me For all the errors of commission And omission This and subsequent years Not apologized for. I am sorry for the right or wrong words Uttered at the right or wrong time, Place or context, For all the expressions, Overt or covert, Implied or outright, That might have put a frown on your face I am so sorry for being nasty me, A ME that only thinks of itself, A ME that’s so stubborn, A ME that’s so hard to understand, That’s ME And I’m so sorry for being That ME If only I could undo the pain, Unshed the tears, Unerror the errs, Swallow back all the wrong words uttered, Be a different ME But the status quo remains History is gone with the wind, Never to be erased or changed Only to improve on it As we struggle with now And anticipate a better TO-morrow I can only be ME, Unless you want ME to be me!

Needles could mend love and threads could sew through forlorn veins and the hearts could only beat again with the strength of several oxen in a world where one is for them all or all are for themselves, To the one who broke it and didn’t give me the strings to mend it with, To my dear long lost heartbreaker, the cocks are coming home to roost, and the golden goose have finally found their golden eggs, the fishermen are ready to cast their nets once again yester catch was nil. Reality checks and the queen is gone only one pawn to go, Better it had been a fool’s mate. Then the ref could have blown the whistle and quits the players could have called it ready for yet another match A rematch in football parlance How my wishes could come through And the rematch you gave me to prove my new skills Love, they say, is a choice A rematch on home ground or an away match. The gongs have gone you are no more, Quick hands have snatched you away from me “Anybody who is objecting as to why….” The past...