My Pilot

Sonali Roy see how your words inspired me.

My child is everything for me
He is my soul my destiny
The pilot who will fly ahead of me
One day.

Today I hold his little hand
Cradling his mind's own wonderland
I watch the spark of fairies
Gleam in his eyes
I watch my son in radiance rise.

If I have told you lies to console.
Inhibited hindered your growth
With my cautionary fearfulness
Excuse me l lacked grit but
Love you nevertheless.

Today you see if I walk my talk
And in your soft heart impressions chalk
Some values learnt some falsehood spurned
I gain the courage to take my stand

For your sake my stance must be firm
No dilly dallying deceit will cause you harm
My child you I love and
Have learnt to understand
To respect and explore with you
Your wonderland.

And this country of our joint childhood
Will come to an end
At the edge of reality and fairy woods
And I will become the shadow behind your tale
Bravo my pilot
You fly your plane so well!

(c) Amrita Valan 2015

My Love's Return

I love you like a chilly
summer breeze
Laden with mercy's rain
I love you in all innocence
Like a dawn that never ends
I love you like the scent of
Jasmines
Perfuming night's poignant air
I love you plain just as I am
And become Helen of Troy so fair

My unstinted and dauntless love
Eases any sense of lack
And makes me beautiful
In thought word and deed
Repelling clouds of despair black

I recline on contentment's couch
I have been blessed to know such love
That keeps my heart easy supple and soft
Love returned from God above.

(c) Amrita Valan 2015

Myth Land

Myth Land

Intimate secret precious
Sepia  tones of my life
Preserved in albums
intact
Where no one may ever find
Posterity not allowed entrance
To my moth eaten testaments
These were lovely days indeed
A kaleidoscope through rain
A Journey through  horrors of
Ancient copse
Dark dim and ghostly woods
An anchorage in blue skies above
And in my heart brave myths that brood
Take me home to safely roost
At the end of journey's day
As the journal closes,
Oh, my friends
I have had a lovely day!

(c) Amrita Valan 2015

Vers Libre

Weekly Challenge
Burly Wanton Unhibited

Burly frame of a bully
Hurt mind of a child
Locker full of lust
Wanton memories
Of people and of
Life.

Her surely caresses grudgingly delivered
Captive in his arms
Her fate eclipsed in surrender.
She valued her freedom
But  valued her security
For her fears were paramount.
She deserved her paramour.
Who devoured her like a dragon
And enveloped her in gluttony
But though fleshy and ferocious
He couldn't cloud her senses.

She who stared at the ceiling
And recalled past lives in vers libre
And he who was the barometer
Of every alteration of her senses.

In him slowly felled a manhood
Devoid of pride
So filled with dread
His love a shadow woman
A fretwork of frustration
He  left every  morning
Feeling his burden
Smacking his lips
On cold leftovers...
That's the way his
Sin sodden cookie crumbled.

(c) Amrita Valan 2015

For Puja

For my childhood friend... Puja Banerjee who brings fond memories of fun times...trials ...trust and generosity.

Red glittering attire
Hair... a fall of ebony
lissome moves, She
Of elfin grace
A smile so charming
Dazzling daylight
Like molten sunlight
On creamy ivory.
A graciousness
That comforts
Her face is
Sweet blessing
to witness. 

Beautiful woman
You befriend the world
With beauty and courage
You're a luminous
Glorious patch of
Sunshine
On a cool cloudy day.

Walk in grace and courage always....
Be dauntless...For you're
Puja
Offering of
The Gods...

(c) Amrita Valan 2015

The Last Tusker

Ivory on lace
Who would've thought
An elephant's tusk
Could color a woman's
Innocence with
Such ethereal grace?

Pretty as a posy
Fresh arranged.
Cheerful and cozy.
With joy arraigned

A queen of the season
Belle of the ball
Debutante darling
Beloved by all.

Her cheeks tinted pink
Her gown rose and cream
Satin soled feet
Traipsing dainty dreams
She trails ethereal
Clouds seven to nine
Blowing candy puff kisses
Pure fluff divine.
What does she know?
Twirling granny's ivory bracelet
On delightful wrist
Of a dying tusker
Writhing on the ground
To provide her this?
Symbol of elegance
In societies sorry parlance
Craving for natural charm
Through coy artful lenses.

Dance on little girl
Your life remains
To play the pretty little fool
While others are game.

(c) Amrita Valan 2015

Tears

Tears are a well of loneliness
When nothing can resolve
A painful mess

Tears try
To seek relief
My only friend,
Antidotes. .. caregivers. ..
Dance their bravery
Down my cheeks.

Tears of hurt bewilderment
Worse than the Mark of Cain
Leprosy's archaic taint
Shows the world softness
Is your worst mistake.

Let tears run their course and race
Track of knive stabs upon your face
But
Let no one see the saline trace
Of your precious tears.
Fear both those who wear
Mercy upon their sleeves,
And those who want you
To believe
Tears are worthless
False relief.

Not so
But
Tears are secret myriad selves
Joys in sorrow, solitude's fanciful elves
And not a human soul can know
Though what you reap
Is what you sow
Water  of love and mercy
Borne of bitterest rootstock's
Malignant growth
Tears to thee, I belong...
I'm betrothed.

(c) Amrita Valan 2015