These are some of my poems........... my way of unlacing the white ribbon of my magic box.So here I put on my Painted Wings and fly away once again to take a ride down my neverland, mybox....my little magic box. I sway my hand to clear the cold silvery mist of my muffled feelings, Its been quite sometime....glissading the lavender snow of my memories, , plunging into the dark waters of my tears, stopping by the colourful meadow of my happiness dancing in the fragrant wind and stroking the tender petals of those special moments with my fingers, cuddling the warm rays of the sun osculating from the twinkling gold stream of encouraging words....all wrapped up in my box,...my heart,my little magic box.
MY PARADISE
Have you ever stood by the shores and felt the tang of the sea?
Gliding along the opaline sands of the beach,
Gazing at the turquoise blue waters ,arabesque of emarald green lushes with hues of spring tide and birds crooning all around,
The skies suffused with a nuance of lavender,having clouds draped in soft gathers of ruffles and
lace.
The feathery touch of your hair when the mellifluous wind swirls and fluffs it,
Waiting for the waves to tickle your feet ,when a sudden emotion gently blinds the world you see and all you hear are the sonorous waves,
A warm deep breath welcomes the magical cold winds into you arms,makes you hands caress your arms tighter luring you into an imagination of someone dear.
And everytime the waves splash ,it gives a revival of spirit,a fascinating view of the beauty ofnature of which I was once cursory,
Whispering to me thats its even more fascinating to love and to be loved.
______ Ritika
THAT WOMAN
It was a frosty dusk,
My usual gloomy day after work,
Trying to hear myself amidst the noisy flock,
Trying to hear myself amidst the noisy flock,
Trying hard to stop myself from brooding over my lost dreams,wondering if ill ever have a stroke of luck,
That was when I suddenly noticed her sitting by the sidewalk.
Veiled in frays quivering,
Wrapping her babe in tatters and snuggling.
There came a silent zephyr,
Sailing a wisp of her fuzzy hair ,
In the streams of the air.
Flailing them off her grimmy face,
A glimpse of her while she tried to put them back with grace,
She was mystifying and i began to gaze.
Her hazel eyes so sheen,
Unfathomable oceans,unquenchable deserts most enigmatic ever seen,
Unfolding the tales of her bruised life through the desert of destitution she's been,
Peircing into my soul complaining of the world so mean.
But then as her little one groped her finger and squeezed it tight,
I saw her soft smile reaching her eyes with a sparkling light.
I saw a ripple unfurling in the ocean of her eyes ; infused with persistence to endure,
Which touched my dreary shore,
Awakening in me a deluge of life,gratitude to deity and inspiration,
The courage to find my new destination.
________ Ritika
