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December 30, 2008
A quiet corner
A quiet corner, there has always been a quiet corner for me, where The life outside of me can submit to the life inside. The world is not our stage we basically roam within the Gray matters of our brains and all it can imagine,
all it can perceive. our reality begins and ends within us, and we are always lonely within our conscious mind.
Although there are moments when there is a reach and somehow we feel and connect within our conscious minds
and the loneliness dissipates, Eyes are mere windows, self awaits inside. There is the blessing of our sensory
receivers, touching , smelling, taste, seeing and hearing but the pleasure lies within the self-- the conscious mind.
the sensory receivers awake the self to attend the scenery.
away from the maddening crowd, where the sensory overload depletes the experiences. We lose our attention
as the wires and the synapses are throbbed to the limit the self tries to protect itself, by closing the door, shutting the windows, lowering the volume, turning off the world, keeping it outside so it can rest. That is the common scenario, but then where does the self go when there is a storm inside the gray matters. and there is quiet outside, there is nowhere to run, no quiet corners, no solace, no rest.
A quiet corner, there should always be a quiet corner, where life can submit to the serenity of unconscious being
living not as thinker but as a thinker without the thoughts, such a bliss.
Posted by Idinraha at 04:05 PM | Comments (0)
December 29, 2008
Mirabai...............................The poems of love
Dark One,
all I request is a portion of love.
Whatever my defects,
you are for me an ocean of raptures.
Let the world cast its judgments
nothing changes my heart--
a single word from your lips is sufficient--
birth after birth
begging a share of that love.
Mira says: Dark One--enter the penetralia;
you've taken
this girl past the limits.
Posted by Idinraha at 02:34 PM | Comments (1)
sweet as it is
I cut the apple
sweet as it is
I offer you half
sweet as you are
you smile
I offer you all
Posted by Idinraha at 01:36 PM | Comments (0)
such a sweet notion
such sweet notion, such wit, teasing the senses,
I hold the cup and it reaches me, behind the curtain,
beyond the window, all there is far
yet I hold the cup, knowing that rapture awaits in its hour,
knowing the dark one has disappeared light foot in the night
and the lover is scared of the Moon,
such a sweet dance if you look up
I saw her hand I know the Henna on her nails
and the sweet nectar on each her finger tips,
such a sweet dance if you whisper
Dark one says--"the night is short and morning brings awakening,
let us dream".
Posted by Idinraha at 01:34 PM | Comments (0)
December 20, 2008
Coming back from the funeral................ for Raffaelle
Coming back from the funeral
caught in a snow storm, stock in
traffic we talked of how the ceremony
was so simple and quietly dignified
like the man you were
Like any gathering we had before
you were quiet, and so handsome
watching us crowding around you
at the church Rosa cried she seemed
to have lost so much more than others
and maybe just a bit less than you
by the time we left for the Mausoleum
the snow had started, it was cold in there
it was comforting not to leave you
in the ground , the priest was eloquent
we all stood side by side and left red roses on your coffin
I guess it made us feel better leaving you amongst the roses
Took two hours to get to Julie's house
somehow you wanted us to stay longer,
grief had taken over the highway
like a white hase and the sky was lost
we were all stalled
pondering quietly as we made our way back
It wasn't easy to leave you, I could feel your big warm hands
around mine, and your smile larger than life
the way you held on as you greeted me every time I saw you..........................
At the house we gathered in the kitchen
the way we always did, you were there stiring the pot
the aroma of the sauce, and your wine
" manga, Manga " you said smiling
We all ate, drank and carried on like you were there
like any other stormy night or a holiday when being around you
made us all feel safe.....................................................................
Then we watched the slides
your life in pictures, there you were tall
and handsome the way Rosa
remembered you and she looked like she had lost
so much more than others and maybe just a bit less than you
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December 11, 2008
I could have asked you to stay...
At noon I miss my shadow,
I can squint and look further
I am more assured of my left half
So I walk south knowing that the sun
would be behind me as I walk slightly tilted
I would send you a letter, I will
you looked so lost when i saw you last
I had told you we are getting old, you smiled
with the lights dancing in your eyes, you smiled
I remember how I touched your face, i traced the lines
along your cheek, brushed my finger on your lips, my heart
I palmed your face feeling your breath warm, the life in you
and how I have loved you , and how I have missed you
I look through my boxes,
finding my self in old pictures, I choose one
where I am standing on the porch with the light
fading in the background, I want so much to look
the way you remember me, sad, insecure and young
I want to send you a picture, i want so much
to be there when you receive it , and to watch
you as you look at it, missing me.
somehow the hurt is so satisfying.
I decide against it.
i could have asked you to stay
I could have told you how I felt, desperate
but it was too much, much too much
I hated loving you, desperate as I was
and somehow the hurt was satisfying
I would have closed the door,
locked it, kept you with me all day
and watched you as you slept , and yet
i could have wanted you more, all of you
skin and bone, your breath, your sweat, the life in you
I could have asked you to stay...........
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