Candy floss on my lips
Strange melting in the mouth
Sweetness
Your baby lips
Softly clinging to my shoulders
Your sunkissed caramel skin
Mamma will take you places
Keep you safely harnessed
through the wild rides while you
Babble on baby
Or dip into
Sweet pop corn dreams.
Little one,
You are the sweet theme
of this fairground song
The sense behind the madness
Of endless carousels
That I sing.
(c) Amrita Valan 2016
Childhood
Childhood home and garden
Sunny days ago
Warm and friendly
and a balm
For the rest of my life
I look at the photo of a white washed
Transit bungalow
For company guests
Can just spy a shadow of the
Cane sofa set
Where we ambled languid
Careless of our lives
When the sun never set
On summer days.
I cast a glance to the left
Where photographic blur
Can't do justice to memory's
Sharp etched pictures
The swimming pool's pristine blue
Floats into view
Mind is awash.
Thirst quenching memories
Heart wrenching stories
Everyone has a childhood
Drenched with sweet moments.
In my eyes
Two pools of love and gratitude
For graceful days gone by.
(c) Amrita Valan 2016
Weekly Challenge
Feeling a little bit naughty. So this "inappropriate?" (Perhaps) proverb caught my eye.
If the wife sins, the husband is not innocent.
This is a truth to which I can testify
I used to walk the high way but
Now I crawl underneath
Understand my heart
It has been tossed for dirty dimes at your false feet
A good woman' heart unvarnished
Loves to keep her faith
Take her not for granted
Nor scorn the soft dreaming love she gave
For she will save it for another,
On a rainy day
Along with tears she forbore to shed
And bestow it in her despair
on beggars and dreamers and jokers
Dry hearts long since dead
Until to its last furtive drop
its eventually bled.
If the wife sins, the husband is not innocent.
So if she walks with vampires undead
He sank his own greedy fangs in first
Untrustworthy fodder for lust he made.
If the wife sins, the husband is not innocent.
This is your truth, so own it
Take your sordid taint
With which you painted your woman black
Nocturnal lying desolate black
Ravenous ruthless relentless black
Darkness is what you will
Ever get back....
(c) Amrita Valan 2016
Move
Hop skip shove push
Jump run dive in to hoops
Race trace each tortuous maze
Amble if lame but move always
Been a while stuck in the groove
The road restive to feel heated hooves
Make the motion take the trip
Get off the carousel leap over the tip
See yonder sun that daily dips
In bloody trail through hungry lips
Of rapacious skies into what lies beyond
And your staid home the earth
Moves madly, round and round
And every degree tilts through time
The road shimmering, shifts its paradigm
The path changes the journey derails
Convoluted curves and endlessly
loops this living tale.
We missed the boat but we can't stay
on at the port
Shipwrecked we swim still forward to receding shores
The waters catch up crawling serpentine over our necks
Goodnight sweet dreaming life on safety's starry deck
In the waves move memories maddening light
where moon and stars congeal in delight
And White Atlantis awaits
Or mortal fate
Movement is Life impetuous
Life that dances brave and calm
Into death's embrace.
(c) Amrita Valan 2016
Heaven
Heaven must be a place
where none else is
And yet we reign supreme
Above all, yet alone,
our mastery
undisputed unchallenged
Sovereign.
Because in heaven
Our presence is perfection
We're all in all
Complete in isolation
Surrounded by solitude
A golden silence.
Simplicity
Our deliverance
Complicit with utter lack of want.
An attaiment of the very best
The essence of everything.
On Earth
We compete and fight our own
Petty selves,
Split into lying shards
Multiple mrror images
Dissected to deceive.
Conflicted egos engaged in
Puerile pernicious battle
Still jealous, sullen, suspicious
Of our very own depths
That we flounder in...
Meanwhile heaven lies heavy
Upon our souls
Ordering guilt trips
To hell a plenty
Till unity is sought
In understanding
In empathetic
reception.
And then finally
We find
We are alone
True masters
of existential experience.
In heaven
We are one...
And solitude and rest,
Clarity and compassion,
Reward not one,
Not you,
Not me alone,
But universally,
reapers of peace
In explosive successions.
And love
Regrows us exponentially
our organic shells discarded
Boundaries transcended outgrown
Into shimmering halos
Auras of infinity
Divine benediction.
Heaven is you.
Knowing me
So well
That I become
You
And renew
me.
And you see yourself
Through my eyes
And pierce veils of
Illusion and delusion.
Ourselves
Are both,
Rescued and
Savior.
Salvaged and Salvation.
Mendicants and Messiahs...
When sun
Falling soft
upon our sleeping souls
Light up the true side
Of this ethereal mirror of
Life.
Awakening third eye
Of unified perception
And bring us to
Our heaven.
(c) Amrita Valan 2016
The Ladder
The ladder stretches
Halfway through heaven
Makes skyline accessible
blue and white breath kissed
Loose ends, tying up
remembrances too vast
To wrap up
In the stoppered
time capsule
Of one life.
The terraced memories ascend
Into sun's smoky descent
Our blood livid against
Fierce skies.
Against the wall by the black plastic
Water tanks
The ladder gapes
Grappling with answers
to open ended questions
Of my unconscious soul.
I grasp silver railings
Of childhood bliss.
I am almost there.
Sliding to the bottom of
this mystery.
Ascending the ladder
That welcomes and
Ushers in
Loneliness
Thrusting me into
Intimate realms of trust
and truth.
The legacies,
If only we knew,
Of blissful eternity.
(c) Amrita Valan 2016
The tale be told
The woman alone
His birth the mystery
Her faith behold
An insular nativity
An island of pity
A sea of wolves
Carousing drawing
Lots over his bones
The women behold
The Man the Magus
His cross upstages
All our sins and sorrow
Out of our reckoning
See Lady beckoning
I hold this lamp
For outcasts
At Heaven's door.
Easter ahoy!
Lost like the island
Meaning forsaken
Such a cold wind blows
Lost at birth in the cold place
The heart rudimentary
Running hard on vestigial legs
May Man show mercy
As God durst once
And for those of us
You and I
Who curse our lots
Remember she
Who gathering her son's
Cast off clothing
Was Moving stillness
At the close of day
Hark how the thunder rolls mighty
Witness darkness in the afternoon
Easterly sun hath forget his course.
She's alone now in her nightmare agony
Awaiting the dawn of uncertainty
In quiet fortitude.
Hail glorious dawn that
Searches sunlit sepulchre
For the mystical body
Of a dead man's belief.
Who avowed and arose
Prophetic red rose
And sunlight shall glory
His name evermore
Posterns of faith
Guardian of gates
Easter our portal
Of everlasting hope.
(c) Amrita Valan 2016
