Friday, March 18, 2011

The March ~ Cheruba Devraj

Where is the line I am looking for?
words play hide and seek.
And the mind just lies there,
still, like a folded sheet.
So I fumble over an intrepid trail,
of those unkempt memories of dawn.
Trampling over the arid land where
yellow flowers are in bloom.
The buzz of the black bumble bee
fighting the gentle sway.
The sting of a strange but familiar note
sends a fire into the veins.
Then nestles quietly like a child,
that lays itself down to sleep.
Weary with hunger crying
and twitching its eyes, in grief.
When awoken by a gentle arm,
that cradles and then feeds.
The mouth, the soul and the mind
that first refused to speak.
Where I found them I do not know,
an army of unsung word adorn.
Lines, lines and more lines in line,
disguised in a smile, gray battalion.

(Again by Cheruba. Please post your honest comments for her. Let us get one more soul to start blogging!)

Wednesday, March 16, 2011

Wordles (doodles in words!)

A physical pain within days, subside
But a mental agony - seldom dies!

Friday, March 11, 2011

Mélange ~ Cheruba Devraj

Words don’t always say it all
And even if they could
How could I have said to you
All that I should
For it is not a thing I reckon
Nor reconciled
The beauty of the ugliness
And smiles amidst the fall
I search the face that smiles at me
And then peer inside my heart
To pick the pieces of the words
That we scattered in the dark
And of them all I choose a few
they to my surprise read
queer but a quaint accord
faintly ringing beneath the breath
a reluctant tune to song
Composed in prose to conjure
pain in fading reminiscence
Of what we seldom chose to see
loads of vibrant emotions.

(A poem by a friend, Cheruba. Do post your comments. I want her to see them and get motivated into writing more and eventually start publishing.)

Wednesday, March 9, 2011

A twisted tale.

Me: Now don’t be scared. It will be over in a moment. Just push it in.
He/she/it: Ok ok. Fine.
Me: What are you doing?
He/she/it: I am scared.
Me: Just relax. Relax your muscles. Don’t think about it too much. Just insert.
He/she/it: Ok ok. I am trying. But it is not going in.
Me: What do you mean?
He/she/it: Will it pain?
Me: No it wont. You have to trust me on this one.
He/she/it: Hell! It is not going in. It is fallling off.
Me: What? How can it fall off? Hold it in.
He/she/it: You said it will go in. It din’t.
Me: Well it should have. Maybe we could try wetting it. That should lubricate it, to go in.
He/she/it: Ok. Will make it wet then.
Me: What’s happening?
He/she/it: Just dipped it in water.
Me: Ok. Cool. Any change?
He/she/it: No luck.
Me: This is not supposed to be such an ordeal. I mean how does everyone else do it!
He/she/it: How am I supposed to know! It just wont stay in.
Me: Well you have to contract your muscles once it goes in. And hold it there.
He/she/it: Hello! I am scared! Please! This is my first time!
Me: Ok. Ok. I have an idea. Use your finger.
He/she/it: What???
Me: Try push it in first and then hold it in with your fingers.
He/she/it: Yuck! That is gross.
Me: Do you want to do this or not?
He/she/it: Ok fine. Don’t scream…. Yuck…. Aiyo!
Me: What? Worked?
He/she/it: … hmmm...!
Me: Hello???
He/she/it: Yay! Yay! Yay! It’s in. It’s in.
Me: How does it feel?
He/she/it: Not bad.
Me: Ok. Just a few more minutes.
He/she/it: Err… I am feeling something…
Me: Came?
He/she/it: No. Not yet. I think it is coming…!
Me: Ok. Try to hold it as much as you can.
He/she/it: Hell! Something is happening.
Me: Don’t worry. It is normal.
He/she/it: OMG! It is coming. WoW! It is coming.
Me: Ok Ok. Rush now.
He/she/it: Can’t hold any more. I really gotto go. Thanks! Will call you in a bit.
Me: Awesome. Congrats. Now go. Go. Go.
(Being a nurse’s daughter, often friends turn to me for help. This above conversation was me trying to help a friend suffering from severe constipation, use a suppository and take a dump.)
A few minutes later…
Me: How do you feel?
He/she/it: Amazing. Never felt so good in days!

Wednesday, March 2, 2011

A never ending walk

Treading along this path
Now, composed and calm
I cannot but help recall
Those days of fall.

I had never come to a halt -
Though I may have wobbled, I still walked
For each step was a new lesson taught
It pushed me against a world that mocked.

The track was desolated and dark
And in the hidden, things lurked -
Yet I strolled on, though with some fear
Unaware of where I was headed for, dear!

My whole small life showed up before me -
Came back in pages, as in a story
It stopped a while - at a few inept pieces
To continue its journey; it never ceases!

If I had known that those questioning moments
Were to take me to you, in a little while -
I would go back to those severe, sad torments
Once again today, but with a smile!

Now that the tunnel does show me some light
In a beaming grin, in those lovely eyes!
I trot faster, clutching on my hopes, tight -
To walk hand in hand with my companion for life!