Sunday, April 29, 2012

Letter to Pink Shoes

World Is Mine Schmetterling by  persocomholic

Pink shoes.
You are not just pink shoes with a pretty bow
You are a piece of her bright red heart
You are a dream of cotton candy softness
softly floating on cushion of her rainbow wishes

Your lace is not just tying these loops together
It is tying her hopes and dreams as
she delicately makes a double flower bow
It is an ordinary day at work to realize
vision of her extraordinary life

Pink shoes.
You are money saved at the grocery store
You are all the waiting for that last bus to save a penny
You are her pink cheeks pinker in the knowing
that she is as beautiful as she feels, even more

Pink shoes
You could have been blue, red, green
But that's not the point
Point is that you are not pointed,
having lost the edges ( as has she)
You are a delicate curve
A soft curve - not afraid of turns,
steps and missteps on this road she walks on

Pink shoes.
You are a dear piece of her heart
Her heart that flys in the skies like a helium balloon
As you walk along her ordinary dreams
With you her journey to stars starts

- Neha

Beauty and Truth

I died for beauty, but was scarce
Adjusted in the tomb,
When one who died for truth was lain
In an adjoining room.

He questioned softly why I failed?
“For beauty”, I replied.
“And I for truth, - the two are one;
We brethren are,” he said

And so, as kinsmen met a night,
We talked between the rooms.
Until the moss had reached our lips
And covered up our names

- Emily Dickinson 

Saturday, April 28, 2012

Expecting

She is taking down her thoughts, reflecting,
Expecting
She is musing on her autumn, her dreams,
Her dreams
She is making up her mind, expecting,
Expecting
She is waiting in the woods, expecting
Expecting

- Minnie Ripperton

Wednesday, April 25, 2012

My ashes

When I go back
to where I came from,
from ashes to ashes,
Dust to dust,
Will you please do this -
in the name of love:
Sprinkle me on blue ocean
Sprinkle me on green morning grass
Sprinkle me in old book stores
Sprinkle me in bustling farmers markets
Sprinkle me in open air art bazaars
For that is where beauty lives
Where life lives
And I'd like to remain beautiful after I die
I'd like to live on after I die
From ashes to ashes
Dust to dust

- Neha

Tuesday, April 24, 2012

The Look

"A benchmark" by Neha

STEPHON kissed me in the spring, 
Robin in the fall, 
But Colin only looked at me 
And never kissed at all.

Stephon's kiss was lost in jest,
Robin's lost in play,
But the kiss in Colin's eyes
Haunts me night and day.

- Sara Teasdale

I Like You When You Are Quiet


" From a distance" by Neha

I like you when you are quiet because it is as though you are absent,
and you hear me from far away, and my voice does not touch you.
It looks as though your eyes had flown away
and it looks as if a kiss had sealed your mouth.
Like all things are full of my soul
You emerge from the things, full of my soul.
Dream butterfly, you look like my soul,
and you look like a melancoly word.
I like you when you are quiet and it is as though you are distant.
It is as though you are complaining, butterfly in lullaby.
And you hear me from far away, and my voice does not reach you:
let me fall quiet with your own silence.
Let me also speak to you with your silence
Clear like a lamp, simple like a ring.
You are like the night, quiet and constellated.
Your silence is of a star, so far away and solitary.
I like you when you are quiet because it is as though you are absent.
Distant and painful as if you had died.
A word then, a smile is enough.
And I am happy, happy that it is not true.

- Pablo Neruda

Archaic Torso of Apollo

" The Net" by Neha

We cannot know his legendary head
with eyes like ripening fruit. And yet his torso
is still suffused with brilliance from inside,
like a lamp, in which his gaze, now turned to low,

gleams in all its power. Otherwise
the curved breast could not dazzle you so, nor could
a smile run through the placid hips and thighs
to that dark center where procreation flared.

Otherwise this stone would seem defaced
beneath the translucent cascade of the shoulders
and would not glisten like a wild beast’s fur:

would not, from all the borders of itself,
burst like a star: for here there is no place
that does not see you. You must change your life. 

- Rainer Maria Rilke

Sunday, April 15, 2012

Unforgotten Tune & Unremembered Song

"A walk in the park" by Neha

Like the tune of a song
Heard a hundred times
Hummed a thousand more

She tries to remember
Humming in loop. Again and again.
The words of an unforgotten tune

You played it once
She heard it one hundred times
Replayed it a thousand more
In her mind

But now, the words are hazy
An unremembered song
Like a distant dream

She remembers reading somewhere
Distant dreams don't reappear before their time
Which is when you are not trying to remember at all
Like an unremembered song

- Neha

Thursday, April 12, 2012

Knowing Love

"Breathe" by Neha

I don't want to have you
You know how one 'has' anything
An ownership, a consumption
a lease, a mortgage
a rent, an equal monthly installment kind of love
NO
I don't want to have you
I want to know
I want to know that
Under some blue, grey, orange, pink sky
You breathe
And in that breathing is all my loving
To know you breath
That a distant relative of the air I breathe
kisses your face too

- Neha

Wednesday, April 11, 2012

What now?

"Rolled and Recycled" by Neha

What will you say now
if your before met your after?

What will you go running after
or from
trying
to remember
what it was like before?

{{Rewind-Forward-Reflect
a memory
a shadow
some clouds
where was I? what would I have thought?
was it too different? or just the same?}}

What will you say now
if your before met your after?

Will you pause now?

And in this pause
will you say
Hey before! : meet my after
Hey after !: meet my before
Both of you: I've been wanting
to introduce you for so long!
( though I must admit in confidence:
a part of me said
these two better not be seen
together ever!)

We are a little bit different,
a little bit just the same
But if we hang out some
maybe. just maybe
we can be best friends
sailing through time
with white flag of peace
and blue stockings of dreams!

Will you have an aha moment
knocking off your socks?
And realize ( finally. maybe. justmaybe!)
that that just maybe
is worth all the while
before was running from after
after from before
all coming together
in now of forever

- Neha

I

"Dance" by Neha

I exist
Not as an I
As a we

I exist
Not as a full stop
As a comma in motion

I exist
Not as a precise motion
As a dance of a whirlpool

I exist
Not as a she
As an I merging
in do re mi of thee

- Neha

Tuesday, April 10, 2012

Floored

"Closet of Dreams" by Neha

What if floor became a ceiling ?
What if ceiling was floored with feelings ?

What if I see you later ?
What if later you see me I to I ?

What if hidden was in front of eyes?
What if eyes were hidden in broad daylight?

What if future is whispering to present?
What if need to be present to see future?

What if if was a door waiting to be opened?
What if open door's key was to make if an is?

What if love said give me to get me?
What if me me was not a lover of love?

What if dictionary wanted a new vocabulary?
What if vocabulary said diction needs to be reimagined?

What if what remains remains to be seen?
What if seen is a realm of remains refrabricated?

What if this is a puzzle waiting for a solution?
What if this is a solution that you have made a puzzle?

- Neha

Monday, April 09, 2012

Like love

"Red" by Neha

Like love
You can not be explained
Only experienced
You make the eyes teary
Till there is only you, you
and nothing else in the world
You take my breath away
till I am gasping for oxygen
a bit of haze and daze make my day
Like love
pollen and hay

-Neha

Poetry of Spring

"Bloom" by Neha

One part cherry blossom
One part pollen allergen
There! a real life lesson
..aacchew!

- Neha

Love's Secret

"In the shadows" by Neha

Never seek to tell thy love,
Love that never told can be;
For the gentle wind does move
Silently, invisibly.

I told my love, I told my love,
I told her all my heart;
Trembling, cold, in ghastly fears,
Ah! she did depart!

Soon as she was gone from me,
A traveller came by,
Silently, invisibly
He took her with a sigh.

- William Blake

Sunday, April 08, 2012

Most beautiful

"Flutter" by Neha

The most beautiful sea:
hasn't been crossed yet.
The most beautiful child:
hasn't grown up yet.
Our most beautiful days:
we haven't seen yet.
And the most beautiful words I wanted to tell you
I haven't said yet...

- Nâzım Hikmet Ran

Love

"Sprinkled" by Neha

Because of you, in gardens of blossoming flowers I ache from the
perfumes of spring.
I have forgotten your face, I no longer remember your hands;
how did your lips feel on mine?
Because of you, I love the white statues drowsing in the parks,
the white statues that have neither voice nor sight.
I have forgotten your voice, your happy voice; I have forgotten
your eyes.
Like a flower to its perfume, I am bound to my vague memory of
you. I live with pain that is like a wound; if you touch me, you will
do me irreparable harm.
Your caresses enfold me, like climbing vines on melancholy walls.
I have forgotten your love, yet I seem to glimpse you in every
window.
Because of you, the heady perfumes of summer pain me; because
of you, I again seek out the signs that precipitate desires: shooting
stars, falling objects.

- Pablo Neruda

Solitude

"Channel" by Neha

Laugh, and the world laughs with you;
Weep, and you weep alone.
For the sad old earth must borrow it's mirth,
But has trouble enough of its own.
Sing, and the hills will answer;
Sigh, it is lost on the air.
The echoes bound to a joyful sound,
But shrink from voicing care.

Rejoice, and men will seek you;
Grieve, and they turn and go.
They want full measure of all your pleasure,
But they do not need your woe.
Be glad, and your friends are many;
Be sad, and you lose them all.
There are none to decline your nectared wine,
But alone you must drink life's gall.

Feast, and your halls are crowded;
Fast, and the world goes by.
Succeed and give, and it helps you live,
But no man can help you die.
There is room in the halls of pleasure
For a long and lordly train,
But one by one we must all file on
Through the narrow aisles of pain.

- Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Friday, April 06, 2012

Paper planes

"How to make a paper airplane"
Sometimes a newspaper is
meant to be a paper plane

And that is why it is not at ease

For it was not born of a softwood tree
for making a breaking report
on
the stock exchange's drunken dance
or today's hourly weather
(though breeze is better than a sudden stroke of heat!)
or the latest scam
or the politician's clandestine affair

For it was not born even for
what some may consider mundane
(or not depending on their imagination)
a room to rent,
a massage service,
a special energy syrup
or perhaps
a helpful part time secretary,
a no pain all gain plastic surgery
a one hour life coaching class for free

For, you see
(Oh, please do see!)

Sometimes a newspaper is
meant to be a paper plane

And paper planes are born to fly

their mother may be a softwood tree
their father's genes may be in indelible ink
But they are lovers of open sky
And to that love
the are meant to fly

-Neha

A Cabbage Shrink

Cabbage Head by SteveNakatani

Cabbage is shy
That is why
It shrinks
way more than it should
when cooked

Maybe there are
Cabbage shrinks
to teach it
even under fire
to hold its entire attire?

-Neha

A Carpet Story

"Geometry" by Neha

A story is as much for the one who tells it
as it is for the one who hears it
Like a wall to wall carpet
Do the walls define the carpet
or does the carpet tie the walls together?

-Neha

Thursday, April 05, 2012

Tumharey Liye (For you)

"Dream Sequence" by Neha

Neeley aasman tumharey liye
Zameen aur saaton jahan tumharey liye
Kavita, kahani aur geet tumharey liye
Chotee see chidiya ke thandee parchayee kee chao tumharey liye
Titlee ke rang tumharey liye
Khamoshee kee dastak tumharey liye
Nakab benakab tumharey liye
Paheli ka jawab tumharey liye
Jeevan kee gehrayee tumharey liye
Jheel ke panee pe nachtee tarangey tumharey liye
Dubkee lagatey hans kee moj tumharey liye
Halkee see khulee khidkee se raat ko aatee
rajneegandha kee khushboo tumharey liye
Tumharey bhooley huye sapney tumharey liye
Merey mann kee uunchee udaney tumharey liye
Ek pal mein anant kal tumharey liye
Is wajood kee mittee - tumharey liye

- Neha

Translation

Blue skies for you
Earth and seven worlds for you
Poem, story and song for you
Cool shade of a tiny bird's shadow for you
Colors of a butterfly for you
Call of the silence for you
Veil unveiled for you
Answer of a puzzle for you
Life's depth for you
Dancing ripples on top of a lake for you
Joy of a swan dipping in water for you
Scent of Rajneegandha coming through
slightly opened night window for you
Your forgotten dreams for you
Flights of my mind for you
Eternal in one moment for you
Brown earth of this existence - for you

- Neha

Monday, April 02, 2012

Turbulance

"Inverted" by Neha
There’ll be turbulence. You’ll drop
your book to hold your
water bottle steady. Your
mind, mind has mountains, cliffs of fall
may who ne’er hung there let him
watch the movie. The plane’s
supposed to shudder, shoulder on
like this. It’s built to do that. You’re
designed to tremble too. Else break
Higher you climb, trouble in mind
lungs labor, heights hurl vistas
Oxygen hangs ready
overhead. In the event put on
the child’s mask first. Breathe normally

- Adrienne Rich

Sunday, April 01, 2012

To Goddesses With Broken Bones

The Statue by Neha
We ,
The Goddesses with broken bones
the Mona Lisa smiles
that hide or give away
the sorrow and the ecstasy of life

A cross on our hearts
A trident and a lotus in hands too
A sponge absorbing
more than it was made to hold
but holding up still, somehow anyhow
a weight on these hearts of gold
we float in dreams of zero gravity globes

Nights and days on our side
(even when they are not, as on this very very dark day)
An ocean twirling behind the eyes
as we ride on these wild tides
For sometimes the bones are broken
to keep the boat afloat
this old breeze feels young though
and we smile on.

We who paint our lips red to live grey lives in technicolor
We who start where the film credits end
We who hum that innocent song we heard many moons ago
on that night at the movie hall
(It should have been a  soft memory of a song for an old age-
but it became a brutal rape, a push, an iron rod,
a shout for help, but nobody came 
and now we try to breathe on artificial air)
We who beat on after the last beat is beaten : on and on and on
We who talk of tomorrow's weather walking on historic stones
We, the Goddesses with broken bones
(A million goddesses, with a million broken bones, a million times over)
We, the Goddesses with broken bones

-Neha

Birches

" I wish on a tree" by Neha

.....So was I once myself a swinger of birches;
And so I dream of going back to be.
It's when I'm weary of considerations,
And life is too much like a pathless wood
Where your face burns and tickles with the cobwebs
Broken across it, and one eye is weeping
From a twig's having lashed across it open.
I'd like to get away from earth awhile
And then come back to it and begin over.
May no fate wilfully misunderstand me
And half grant what I wish and snatch me away
Not to return. Earth's the right place for love:
I don't know where it's likely to go better.
I'd like to go by climbing a birch tree,
And climb black branches up a snow-white trunk
Toward heaven, till the tree could bear no more,
But dipped its top and set me down again.
That would be good both going and coming back.
One could do worse than be a swinger of birches.

- Robert Frost