Surrealistic Dawn

I ain't no fool.

If you're
Seeking absolution
It's not mine to give
Any sort of satisfaction
Ask yourself
Will you feel
Better
If I grant your
Pleas?

Listen close to your heart
Forgive yourself first
Absolution isn't mine
To bequeath.

If you want
A friend on a cold day
To listen
And if you want understanding
I'm ok with that
If I say it real crisp
And clear
You've got nothing to fear!
If only you can learn
To forgive yourself
And earn your gaze
Much needed rest
Some earnest inward looking
Self interest.

Don't spend yourself
Fretting what could've been
Yet never was,
Not knowing you
Was never your problem
But someone else's loss.

Not your circus
Not your monkeys
For you were never
Meant to be
A stranger to your self
Haunted by
What Ifs.

So go on
Open up your doors
And walk right in.
Take no prisoners
Take no one in.

Don't forget to take
That crazy path
Down left of the middle
Right to the centre
Of the crooked heart,
So lop sided
With loneliness,
It could survive only
so many days
For one glimpse
Of her hungry gaze.

Trying to
Dial our souls
We don't Ever hang up
Speed dialling the self
Is an unknown art.

You're gonna need
That operator
She'll (smooth and easy),
Join the parts
Transfer your hidden urgency
And make the
Connection last.

And it's all conundrums and riddles
Yes it's so
Because no one can
Read yourself like you
So don't try
To explain why
Expose yourself
Now,
To your naked eye.

Someday we will
Earn our lives
By learning to
Forgive the truth
And erase the lies.

Don't want you to be hurting.
The pain can only be healed

When you
Touch your lonely self
With love.

Share it
If you want my care.

But truth is
Always
The best dare

Look into the insanity
For the calm eye
And Hold on
To it.

Hold tight
When waves crash
Chopping into your night

Washed ashore at
Surrealistic Dawn

Surrender
Make a new world
This morn.

(c) Amrita Valan 2017

Thank You

No poetry for the wicked

The mind needs to rest.

Thoughts buzzing on the double

Create a vacuum in my soul.

Magdeburg brain

Leave my heart alone

To feel my feelings

And craft my life

Out of the words

I come alive

Render my dreams real

Tender my apologies

And reapply

For

Another secret rendezvous

Grappling with the wonder

And the mystique

Of the eternal question

Why?

I will I will

My atoms and molecules thrill

With the dare of the unknown

Crown our weary bones.

Star dwellers

We wordsmiths are

Leaving in Lands afar

On borrowed future Time

That curves a smile

Upon a rhyme

Till past meets present

In longing's kiss

And the sum total is this,

A dream
                Of Future's
Joyful Bliss...

I meet my  arrows

Verses fitted upon

My span, my allotted arch of time

A long bow so supine

It's
Stretchy and sublime.

I will bow to none

But all alone

The one

Who guides my hands

Thank you

For this release

Into eternal

Wonderlands.

(c) Amrita Valan 2017

Feast Of Five Senses

Heaven is in your eyes
When you know it not
And just whisk the day up
Into a froth
Of fancy and dreams
Gentle as a patchwork quilt
Worn through by a child's
Hands
Clutching it to his soul
In sequined night.

The water rushed through
Fierce angry backbone
Of  Leviathan in the night
Coursing sleek black
Muscled waves
Like feral force
Cascading to corner the foe
Inexorable oily might.

The rain was like
Incessant canta libre
Alternating moody minstrel
And shimmering castanets
Weaving dark matter
Wooing midnight.

The woods were
Frozen attrition
With grief rolling in rivulets
Remorseful penance
Until baptismal dawn.

In the morning
I woke up
With Midnight's memoirs intact.

Heaven wept into
My heart freely
Till my eyes shone
Lucid as lamps
Lambent prayers.

The outside world
Was now dry.

If I could
I would hold this daylight
A filtered torch
Lit by thousand lamps
Of memories
And
Nostalgic sunlight.

Thank you
For this feast
Of five senses
Fill up
My heart and mind.

(c) Amrita Valan 2017

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