Wednesday, January 25, 2012

To be a light

"A Ray" by Neha

Be someone's light
When the night is long
When the woods are lovely -
but dark and deep
When a child wants to sleep
to a colorful bedtime story

Be someone's light
For to be someone's light
However small, will be a life well lived
A tiny light, even a flickr
A sunshine, even a solar torch

A warm glow on a
cold winter night
A ray of hope at the
end of a long summer day
A pat on the back
A sunshine smile
Be someone's light

- Neha (For Katherine)

Monday, January 16, 2012


"Left out" by Neha

She was wronged
Sometimes a little, sometimes a little too much

He was wronged
Sometimes a little, sometimes a little too much

She was wronged like no one was
or will ever be wronged, she thought.

He was wronged like no one was
or will ever be wronged, he thought

She never did no wrong, she thought
He never did no wrong, he thought

He wronged her, she thought
She wronged him, he thought

How can something right
come from so many wrongs?

Somewhere not too far away
God of all wrongs laughs out loud

In this song of many wrongs
I am the only right, he sings along

- Neha

Sunday, January 15, 2012

A Piece of Peace

A city in progress by shieldkitten

She looks at the blue of dusk
Blueness just before the sky turns
a little blue and a little black

And she waits for the night sky
The blue of lapiz lazuli with
its million golden freckles

Soft night breeze kissing her face
As the moon looks down
At her eyes looking up

To send her way
One of her most burning desires -
A piece of peace

- Neha ( For Sue )

Saturday, January 14, 2012

John Anderson, My Jo

"Her contemplation" by Neha

John Anderson, my jo, John,
When we were first aquent;
Your locks were like the raven,
Your bonie brow was brent;
But now your brow is beld, John,
Your locks are like the snaw;
But blessings on your frosty pow,
John Anderson, my jo.

John Anderson, my jo, John,
We clamb the hill thegither;
And mony a cantie day, John,
We’ve had wi’ ane anither:
Now we maun totter down, John,
And hand in hand we’ll go,
And sleep thegither at the foot,
John Anderson, my jo.

- Robert Burns

Friday, January 13, 2012

Dancing in the Dark

" A Dance in the Dark" by Neha

Some of us dance in the dark
When the night is black
When the moon is blue
When the candle is yellow
When the firefly is green

Within these shadows
Our eyeshadows lift
We look at colors of the dark night
Sprinkled with sounds of silence
To dance our slow dance

When no one is watching
When crickets sing in a distance
When our hearts flickr like a night streetlight
The waltz of past the midnight hour
Some of us dance in the dark.


Wednesday, January 11, 2012

My Papa's Waltz

Girl on a Pillow by Pablo Picasso

The whiskey on your breath
Could make a small boy dizzy;
But I hung on like death:
Such waltzing was not easy.

We romped until the pans
Slid from the kitchen shelf;
My mother’s countenance
Could not unfrown itself.

The hand that held my wrist
Was battered on one knuckle;
At every step you missed
My right ear scraped a buckle.

You beat time on my head
With a palm caked hard by dirt,
Then waltzed me off to bed
Still clinging to your shirt.

- Theodre Roethke

Tuesday, January 10, 2012

If You Forget Me

"Roots of Sky" by Neha

I want you to know
one thing.

You know how this is:
if I look
at the crystal moon, at the red branch
of the slow autumn at my window,
if I touch
near the fire
the impalpable ash
or the wrinkled body of the log,
everything carries me to you,
as if everything that exists,
aromas, light, metals,
were little boats
that sail
toward those isles of yours that wait for me.

Well, now,
if little by little you stop loving me
I shall stop loving you little by little.

If suddenly
you forget me
do not look for me,
for I shall already have forgotten you.

If you think it long and mad,
the wind of banners
that passes through my life,
and you decide
to leave me at the shore
of the heart where I have roots,
that on that day,
at that hour,
I shall lift my arms
and my roots will set off
to seek another land.

if each day,
each hour,
you feel that you are destined for me
with implacable sweetness,
if each day a flower
climbs up to your lips to seek me,
ah my love, ah my own,
in me all that fire is repeated,
in me nothing is extinguished or forgotten,
my love feeds on your love, beloved,
and as long as you live it will be in your arms
without leaving mine.

- Pablo Neruda

Notes: I like this reading on YouTube

Monday, January 09, 2012

Two Cups

"To be or not to be" by Neha

He gave her two cups
Cup of wisdom
Cup of happiness

She drank from happiness
Happiness flew freely
Wisdom kept distance

She drank from wisdom
Wisdom dropped in small drops
Happiness said I have found peace

Drunk with wisdom
She says, to be or not to be
Now let it be

- Neha

Sunday, January 08, 2012

To Be of Use

"Clipped" by Neha

The people I love the best
jump into work head first
without dallying in the shallows
and swim off with sure strokes almost out of sight.
They seem to become natives of that element,
the black sleek heads of seals
bouncing like half-submerged balls.

I love people who harness themselves, an ox to a heavy cart,
who pull like water buffalo, with massive patience,
who strain in the mud and the muck to move things forward,
who do what has to be done, again and again.

I want to be with people who submerge
in the task, who go into the fields to harvest
and work in a row and pass the bags along,
who are not parlor generals and field deserters
but move in a common rhythm
when the food must come in or the fire be put out.

The work of the world is common as mud.
Botched, it smears the hands, crumbles to dust.
But the thing worth doing well done
has a shape that satisfies, clean and evident.
Greek amphoras for wine or oil,
Hopi vases that held corn, are put in museums
but you know they were made to be used.
The pitcher cries for water to carry
and a person for work that is real.

- Marge Piercy

Friday, January 06, 2012

Her flight

Parrot of Paradise by Neha

She taught to learn
She learnt to write
She wrote to speak
She spoke to listen
She listened to see
She saw to feel
She felt to live
She lived to fly
She flew..woosh!


Thursday, January 05, 2012

Arrestati, sei bello

"Curves" by Neha

If you could offer me
One hour of repose
In which my soul might find peace;
If you could reveal to the darkest recesses of my mind,
My true self and the truth of my world.
Were it to come to pass, I would say
To the fleeting moment:
Stay, for thou art beautiful!
Then might I die
And let fearsome hell engulf me

- From Mefistofele, based in Goethe's story of Faust (Loving Frank by Nancy Horan)

"Arrestati, sei bello" Stay. For you are so beautiful.

Tuesday, January 03, 2012

Heart of Fire

"Shadow" by Neha

What is to give light must endure burning - Victor Frankl

He says he sees fire in her eyes
She says fire in her eyes is
a reflection of fire in his eyes

Two reflections
One bright yellow candle flame
Giving light with its molten heart of fire

- Neha