Caught in Time

Caught in Time

Memory"s like a tidal wave
A typhoon these days
Washes me back
To start of voyages
To quiet backwaters
To dreamy lagoons
Before time's sacrileges

I redeem my guilt
In this fluid passage
Where peace and light
Grace and balance
Coexist

Time is like a circle
A gold wreath of thorns
Each spike each arrow head
points outwards
But they're all connected
Into a lovely girdle
A circlet of copious pain
That serrates and segregates
Each memory into thin slices
Creepy pastas of memories crawling
Demented over the rails.

Time is dissected in memories
Like prismatic rainbow light
And each bubble contains me in it
Entrapped engulfed
By a world of sad delight.

The sickly sweet sunshine in static decay
Happiness in void
Nullified today.

The question that begs
An answer
Is unwelcome yet understood.
where am I
Today?

Why I'm perched upon
The beginning of yesterday

Where does my future lie?
Where else
But where all our tomorrows fly!

There's no escaping
The end.

There's no remembrance
Of the day we die.

(c) Amrita Valan 2017

The Jetty

Eyes blazing she gazed
Into where land met sea
A singular frame
purposive poised
Solitaire upon the
Forlorn jetty
Hair whiplashed by
wanton wind
She seemed to me
Wayward vagabond yearnings
Set eternally free.
(c) Amrita Valan 2017

Finding Me

The boys tossed the ball high in the air
Against the boughs of flowering tree
I hoped one perfect white blossom would fall
Just for me
The tall tree quivered and shook its leaves
'Twas not to be.

The ball bounced mighty against the parapet
And flounced away
While I cowered instead of kicking it back
My eyes bent to the ground

Perfect white blossom eluded me
I found a dead leaf
A brilliant red leaf
Turning yellow gold
I held it to my heart
Gently
To take it home
For keeps.

A finder of treasure
Doth never seek
Elusive flower and fruit
But guards tenderly
That which courts it
Or simply chances
To be.

Finders keepers
True
Only losers weep
Into the night
So blue
For what can
Never Be.

(c) Amrita Valan 2017

Raja's Wednesday prompt...Marry me

Wonder who it had been written for, did he or she accept? Voices, choices from the past disturbed me in my chest. Hurt locker of memories, opened like a oyster beached, two words sandpapered in my heart, will you, won't you..."Marry me?"
(c) Amrita Valan 2017

Spiky and Prickly

Spiky and Prickly
Two brothers in arms
All thorny thrusts
Of aggression
In potted islands of their own.

Cacti have a quiet intimacy
An arrogance of their own
More graceful than flowers
Embedded upon gracious lawns.

I fear Spiky is impotent
For he refuses to bud and blossom
While Prickly blissfully multiplies
Out of his potted throne.

But Spiky is cozy and content
A surreal thimble
Of sheer elegance
I can quite believe
Why the sheer poetry
Of His Beauty
Mustn't be repeated.

Prickly is a try hard go getter
Less privileged and
Yet luckier
Blessed with confidence
His fecundity
Is truly pluckier.

And now
I'm thinking
Whether people
Or plants
It's truly getting clearer
We need to appreciate
Them as they are.
And Thank God
For they're dearer

When we let them live
And let them be
Just watch the show
How each will grow
And bask in the sun
Of their own beliefs.

(c) Amrita Valan 2017

Thoughts on Prickly.

Bravery sticks it's neck out.
Exploring options
slender stem blossoming buds
Ardent quivering anticipation
Of sunlight and rain.

My cactus grows
In quaint silence
More eloquent than words
Tiny undefeated it abides
Gracing my hearth
And thoughts.

Prickly I called it
Christening rite
To make it feel at home
Freedom is sunlight
And hope
Is well nourished
In waters plumbed
Out of depths unknown.

Life will
Find a way
No need for
A welcome mat
Just sprinkle water
On soil
And believe me
That's love enough...

(c) Amrita Valan 2017

Bespoke

Heart so lonely that never loved
But Coveted desired fretted for
Chosen objects collected art
empty misery is their part.

Heart a desert a great fire pit
Burnt out cold and hard as lead
With an acid core of discontent
Disconnected from compassion's shade

A bitter fire that burns like bile
Guilty innards full of gall
Desiring only to possess, devour
Smiling houri Instant guile.

In the end the soul crumbles
Into fine desolate particulate
All that's left
Of elaborate assembles
Deceptions dissolved
Blandness numbs
Blank walls are heart
Which don't cherish the ones
They hold.

Heartbreak hotel's pretty chambers
Walls papered with hearts and roses
Fire place full of burnt-out embers
Repeating patterns of paper posies.

Velvet curtains that curtail light
The mind too tired to contemplate
A dreadful dead weight beats inside.
Lost not in love but loveless fate

Hearts have queens and jacks and knaves
And some of us can still turn in aces
But a fool for love
Is a wildcard joke
And she will do
Au naturel bespoke.

(c) Amrita Valan 2017

  

Grief

Grief crushes churns powders
regrets for dreams that died
stillborn, unviable.

The sunlight still the same
The shadows lengthen
Grief leans in
Like the third one
Who walks amidst us
Silent,
Sinuous as a snake.

I will let it
All...Out
Someday soon
With a glorious shout
Heartbreak heartache
Smashed by the ardour
Of my daring.

And watch the sunlight melt
Away
Caramel regrets
The miasma of all
Unfinished business.

I will bask in the
Golden yellow
Of timeless here and now
Forever forget
The heart beat
Of yesterday.
.
I will give you away
Precious.

For your memories
Are too dear
For me.
Too soul searing
To hold
Indeed.

Hiss and sizzle

As you Slither out
Of my way.

Or boil and bubble
Into vacuousness.

(c) Amrita Valan 2017