Wednesday, September 3, 2014

Leaving to the next chapter...

Anne of Green gables called those big changes in life as the "Bend in the road"...the ones that you couldn't quite see but will be quite upon you when you make the turn! Well, I'am at one such bend right now....I have not yet come upon the bend so I don't know what bend has in store for me. Its a waiting game and I am rapidly losing patience! Oh would you come already!

There's a song that goes,

Don't wanna be here,
somewhere I'd rather be.
But when I get there,
I might find its not for me!

I'am SURE the writer has gone through the agony and anxiety of waiting for the bend in the road! There is no way he could have just captured the feeling in my thoughts and put it in verse like that without having felt something similar!

The viscious circle of wanting to DO something, but backing out, because we're not sure if its the right thing to do, and then wistfully staring at the bend in the road, is an innovative form of torture that nature has designed in its sinister moments!



For she knows not, another love so true!



Eyes sparkling with hope,
the feel of a new grasp in her hands,
Shy and coy, with dreams around the globe...
she feels her finger in a wedding band!
Oh joy! She closes her eyes and thinks of You,
For she knows not, another love so true!

With tears of pride,
hands shivering with delight,
she tried to lift him... well atleast she tried,
it is a blissful sight - a mother and her life's light!
In glee! She closes her eyes and thinks of You,
For she knows not, another love so true!

She gently looks at the new bride,
waves of memories...she chokes and chuckles,
her blood, her own, well, they say its time and tide,
from toddler to bride... its hard to hide her pride!
Moved, she closes her eyes and thinks of You,
For she knows not, another love so true!

She's a vision said some, a beauty in ivory!
But now, as the sands of time flow down,
she looks in the mirror, an ancient reflection of her glory!
but enveloped by love, a Queen sans crown,
For the last time, she closes her eyes and thinks of You,
For she knows not, another love so true!

My Fear...



It was different that time. He was teaching me to swim!
When my dad picked me by my neck,
and pushed me into the water.
I struggled for breath and ran to the deck,
forgetting I was his daughter.
I could feel it rise in my throat, but later it faded dim...

It was different that time. The first time I moved out of my house!
As I packed all my things,
and touched them one by one as my last.
Unaware of what tomorrow brings,
I closed a small window and called it my 'past'.
I could feel it wring inside my stomach, it sounded of all my promises and vows!

It was different that time. When my best friend got engaged!
As I smiled and danced with her,
laughed to merge my feelings into her joys.
while I asked providence to share
if my tomorrows strung harmony or just some noise...
I could feel it clutch at my heart, and I struggled to keep my facade!

It is very different now....When I tear after my dreams!
Some say I'am brave, but they're really saying I'am stupid,
and it gets scary when some part of me believes.
I push myself to be intrepid,
Until some true friend balms the wound and relieves.
I can feel it in all my being, while the horizon looks up and beams!