Broken promises, shattered dreams
A heart crushed into a zillion pieces
No sound was heard, not even a clink,
All that was seen was a red stream.
Deep, dark, drops of red trickling down the chin
In the silence of the night, a heart wrenching scream.
The wounds were deep, the knife had come out clean
Made of sugar, it was sickening sweet.
No sutures worked, bandages in vain
The pain she said was excruciating.
Is there a cure, can she be mended again
Is it possible to feel whole again?
She slinked into the bed, pulled up her knees
Hugging herself she tried to sleep
There hung a silence, deathly and still
You could cut through the air, it was sad, ominous.
Minutes ticked, the white sheet turned red
The shadow of death was felt
Life slowly ebbed away, a look of peace returning on her face.
What life had failed to give her, she had found in death.
No more promises, to give or take
No more dreams, to paint or erase
No more people, near or far
No more longing for the one that she loved
No more pain, causing tears of red
No more life, just peaceful death.
She had finally reached the end of the end.
- Rukma
Tuesday, November 25, 2008
Thursday, November 20, 2008
Change
Change your hairdo; change your wardrobe; change your shoes; change your job; maybe change your vehicle too; but unless you change yours thoughts, it’s not going to change you.
Often we run around trying to change ourselves by changing everything about us. Little do we realise that what makes us are not the clothes we wear, the hairstyle we sport or the car we drive…what makes us are the thoughts in our head!
Change your thoughts and you change. Our thinking can make or break us. It’s a very simple; our energy flows where our attention goes. That is why we are forever told to think positive. Focussing on the positive, focussing on what we want makes the energy flow in that direction making it a reality. It works the same way with negative thoughts. Hence, it’s wiser to think about and focus on what we ‘want’ rather than what we ‘don’t want’. Think pain and lo! You experience it. Think happiness and lo! You experience it.
So, the next time you want to change yourself….don’t’ head for the beauty salon, simply change your thoughts.
Disclaimer: Attempt changing your thoughts at your own risk. Changing one’s thinking is a Herculean task and the writer is in no way responsible for your inability to easily change your thoughts (for the fact remains… it’s been years and she’s still working at changing hers!)
Often we run around trying to change ourselves by changing everything about us. Little do we realise that what makes us are not the clothes we wear, the hairstyle we sport or the car we drive…what makes us are the thoughts in our head!
Change your thoughts and you change. Our thinking can make or break us. It’s a very simple; our energy flows where our attention goes. That is why we are forever told to think positive. Focussing on the positive, focussing on what we want makes the energy flow in that direction making it a reality. It works the same way with negative thoughts. Hence, it’s wiser to think about and focus on what we ‘want’ rather than what we ‘don’t want’. Think pain and lo! You experience it. Think happiness and lo! You experience it.
So, the next time you want to change yourself….don’t’ head for the beauty salon, simply change your thoughts.
Disclaimer: Attempt changing your thoughts at your own risk. Changing one’s thinking is a Herculean task and the writer is in no way responsible for your inability to easily change your thoughts (for the fact remains… it’s been years and she’s still working at changing hers!)
Alone to the Alone…all Alone
The journey of life is undertaken alone. Yes, I know many of you will not agree with me. And you’ll argue that you have friends with you, and family, children, spouse… True! All these people are there in our lives. And they probably stand by us and give us support. But look deeper and you will realise, that in reality we always walk alone. Mind you, the word is ‘alone’ not ‘lonely’. There’s a huge difference between the two.
Some might find the journey lonely but that’s a different issue altogether. What I’m talking about is being ‘alone’. The major difference between the two is that in loneliness there is pain while in being alone there is joy or at least there’s no pain.
Gurudev says, ‘Alone to the Alone, all Alone’. If we understand this fundamental reality of life, life can be smooth sailing and far easier to handle. Unfortunately most of us fall into the trap of a support system. Not realising nor accepting that the journey is to be undertaken alone we live in the fallacy of the people around us being our co-travellers. Yes, they are our co-travellers but each on his own journey. In our life, we are alone. They will applaud, support, sympathise, empathise but the actual walking is to be done alone. Our experiences, the obstacles we meet, the failures we face, the successes we achieve are ours and ours alone. Others may empathise, hold our hand and pat our back but what we feel is ours alone. Be it the pain of a loss or the happiness of a gain, our feelings are ours alone.
So let's look within and seek our Self. Life will then be a joyous song and we will walk along, with a skip in our step. Let’s walk! Let’s walk alone!
Some might find the journey lonely but that’s a different issue altogether. What I’m talking about is being ‘alone’. The major difference between the two is that in loneliness there is pain while in being alone there is joy or at least there’s no pain.
Gurudev says, ‘Alone to the Alone, all Alone’. If we understand this fundamental reality of life, life can be smooth sailing and far easier to handle. Unfortunately most of us fall into the trap of a support system. Not realising nor accepting that the journey is to be undertaken alone we live in the fallacy of the people around us being our co-travellers. Yes, they are our co-travellers but each on his own journey. In our life, we are alone. They will applaud, support, sympathise, empathise but the actual walking is to be done alone. Our experiences, the obstacles we meet, the failures we face, the successes we achieve are ours and ours alone. Others may empathise, hold our hand and pat our back but what we feel is ours alone. Be it the pain of a loss or the happiness of a gain, our feelings are ours alone.
So let's look within and seek our Self. Life will then be a joyous song and we will walk along, with a skip in our step. Let’s walk! Let’s walk alone!
Friday, November 14, 2008
The Touch of Love
The stroke of the fingers…the warmth of the palm…the caressing touch…the love is evident in the touch of the hands. The touch of the hands is enough to lift my sagging spirit and heal my wounded soul, not forgetting the magic it creates in mending my battered and pain ridden body. I call this the healing touch. It’s not in the hands, nor in the massage, and neither in the balm being used. It’s simply love.
I’m talking about the touch of my parents’ hands. (What did you think??!!)
Whenever I’m down and out, be it fever or headache or something worse what provides instant relief is the touch of my parents’ hand. Be it my mother or my father, the moment they lay their hand on my forehead I feel a surge of energy. The sense of wellbeing returns. Be it the lightness of my Mother’s hand or the heaviness of my Father’s hand…what’s common is the experience of love. As she strokes my forehead to relieve me of a headache…as he places his palm on my forehead to check whether I’m running a temperature. Yes, it’s the touch of love.
No medicine, no balm, no counselling, no doctor can do what the touch of love can. It heals, it mends, its cures, it binds, it strengthens us. I almost wish to fall ill more often in order to experience this healing touch. Believe it or not, you have to experience it to know the healing touch. In the expression of love the physical connection is a must. Often, in the process of growing up we drift apart, not emotionally, but physically. The instances of touch reduce. It is only on rare occasions that the physical connect happens. But when it does, it’s one immense experience. Trust me…I’m still basking in the last one.
I’m talking about the touch of my parents’ hands. (What did you think??!!)
Whenever I’m down and out, be it fever or headache or something worse what provides instant relief is the touch of my parents’ hand. Be it my mother or my father, the moment they lay their hand on my forehead I feel a surge of energy. The sense of wellbeing returns. Be it the lightness of my Mother’s hand or the heaviness of my Father’s hand…what’s common is the experience of love. As she strokes my forehead to relieve me of a headache…as he places his palm on my forehead to check whether I’m running a temperature. Yes, it’s the touch of love.
No medicine, no balm, no counselling, no doctor can do what the touch of love can. It heals, it mends, its cures, it binds, it strengthens us. I almost wish to fall ill more often in order to experience this healing touch. Believe it or not, you have to experience it to know the healing touch. In the expression of love the physical connection is a must. Often, in the process of growing up we drift apart, not emotionally, but physically. The instances of touch reduce. It is only on rare occasions that the physical connect happens. But when it does, it’s one immense experience. Trust me…I’m still basking in the last one.
Saturday, November 1, 2008
The Imp-Man
This blog is for the convenience of the friend for whom I wrote this poem. The goat that he is, he doesn’t have the copy I gifted him. The poem was written a few years ago.
As I said in one of my previous blogs, friends are of different kinds. They touch our lives in different ways; what is undeniable though is that they inevitably touch our life.
This goat is one such friend. He’s been not just a friend but a guide and mentor too. He’s the one I can share my deepest problems with. He’s the one who’s helped me walk when I thought I couldn’t even stand. He helped me back on my feet and guided me back on track. He’s managed to make me laugh when all I could do was weep. He’s encouraged me to be the best when all I thought I could do was manage. He’s been my teacher and taught me far beyond books. He has cared and dared to show. He’s made time for me when actually he had none. He’s opened my mind to a whole new perspective to life. He’s given me vision when all I had was sight.
Once again, this one’s for you, you Goat!
The Imp-man
A child at heart
An imp by nature
With behaviour most incorrigible
Knowing not what he’ll do next
Definitely drives me haywire.
With twinkling eyes
And a naughty smile
He pulls my legs no end
Driving me crazy, getting me tizzy
He does with sleight of hand.
Careless chatter
Merry banter
He listens without complaining
His listening ear, his joyful cheer
Is enough to lift me when brooding.
Merry songs
Skylarking stunts
The antics of a rogue
Of all the naughty things he says and does
The snide remarks I abhor!
At times he’s most exasperating
With his mischievous ways
Setting no limit
Keeping no time
In his many escapades.
And though it may seem
Like I’m complaining
It simply isn’t true
For in his crookish, impish ways
I’ve found a friend so true.
- Rukma
As I said in one of my previous blogs, friends are of different kinds. They touch our lives in different ways; what is undeniable though is that they inevitably touch our life.
This goat is one such friend. He’s been not just a friend but a guide and mentor too. He’s the one I can share my deepest problems with. He’s the one who’s helped me walk when I thought I couldn’t even stand. He helped me back on my feet and guided me back on track. He’s managed to make me laugh when all I could do was weep. He’s encouraged me to be the best when all I thought I could do was manage. He’s been my teacher and taught me far beyond books. He has cared and dared to show. He’s made time for me when actually he had none. He’s opened my mind to a whole new perspective to life. He’s given me vision when all I had was sight.
Once again, this one’s for you, you Goat!
The Imp-man
A child at heart
An imp by nature
With behaviour most incorrigible
Knowing not what he’ll do next
Definitely drives me haywire.
With twinkling eyes
And a naughty smile
He pulls my legs no end
Driving me crazy, getting me tizzy
He does with sleight of hand.
Careless chatter
Merry banter
He listens without complaining
His listening ear, his joyful cheer
Is enough to lift me when brooding.
Merry songs
Skylarking stunts
The antics of a rogue
Of all the naughty things he says and does
The snide remarks I abhor!
At times he’s most exasperating
With his mischievous ways
Setting no limit
Keeping no time
In his many escapades.
And though it may seem
Like I’m complaining
It simply isn’t true
For in his crookish, impish ways
I’ve found a friend so true.
- Rukma
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