A Promise

HER

From the- TRAVELLING LADY

a reply attempt to -WINTER LADY by Leonard Cohen

Travelling lady! she'd stay tonight,

The night's just getting warmer.

He's just not someone on her way,

Oh! she wishes he was her lover.

She's spend the night with smell of lust,

When she was a prisoner.

And now he keeps her warm through the cold,

Until time; got older.

He sleeps now, here; his hair a mess,

In a perfectly imperfect   manner.

And as the sun escapes the window crack,

She learns the scars on his shoulder.

But now he sees her, quiet and still,

Standing here, in the doorway.

I know she chose this journey before time,

But I pray, you'd tell her to stay.

Travelling lady! Its time to go,

The night 's almost over.

And even though he'as no word to share.

I know you wish he was her lover.

courtesy :- to a stupid friend of mine for introducing me to the WINTER LADY..

TWO

Two jailed lovers,

Make love tonight.

Not a whisper, Not a sound,

But tears in their eyes..

Two lonely souls,

Unite under the sky.

The Northern star stands witness,

To the magic so divine..

Two abandoned lives,

Find solitude in each 'ther's arms.

"Not a word, Not a promise

Was needed to be mine."

Two separated hearts

Now;Walk down different paths.

Distance would never separate,

The fire ignited by the spirited wine.

IF I STAY..

If I die, my love, don’t you cry;

Don’t wear black, grey or shades of white.

Don’t come with your lovely face hanging down;

Neither stain your divine eyes with teary glance; Not a frown.

If I die, my dear, smile; Laugh,

Replay all my stupidities in your mind.

Laugh;as if I am there, right there;

Making faces at you, standing behind my garlanded frame.

If I die, my sweetheart, close your eyes;

And feel my words whisper in your heart.

Never was I brave enough to tell you when and why;

But then never did I know, today I was to die.

If I die, my all, know I’d live

If given a second chance, you’d hear me believe.

But now, right now, know I’d say;

Just that one thing. If only I could stay.

BEAUTY BEYOND BODY

“A thing of beauty is a joy for ever:

Its loveliness increases; it will never

Pass into nothingness;”

-John Keats  

     

Beauty. A word that cannot be merely contained in carefully sewed combination of words. Neither can it ever have a definite definition or face of reference. Its an emotion. It’s a work of art. It’s the colour of our soul, the sensuality of our character, the fragrance of our thoughts.  And it would be no less a crime to just see it skin deep.

Beyond the body too there lies another dimension. Below the layers of perishable skin lies a breathing soul. But many at times we fail to understand this and are merely lost to our senses of sight alone. Man has been blessed with five senses to feel, touch and experience in different forms which gives us the real essence of everything around you. But rarely do we use it.

I’ve found real beauty in a lot of people around me. When they extend a hand of friendship. When they care even when they don’t have to. When they love us more than we ever hoped for, I’ve found beauty in them. I’ve found beauty in everyone’s eyes when they laugh with their heart. When you smile without fear, YOU ARE BEAUTIFUL.

Every persons looks more beautiful with each new day that we get to know the real them.

Till date I believe that the most beautiful creation of god has been a woman. Her beauty is impeccable and immeasurable,flawlessly flawed. It lies beyond what meets the eye. Being a daughter, a sister, a lover, a wife, a mother; her beauty has evolved beyond measure...she can be as stern as a commander and as gentle as a morning dew. But sadly, we objectify her. We attack her with our thoughts, words and deeds. She ends up being a product of everything she has seen and everything she is expected to be.

If we look carefully into famous history of real people who lived before us, there was an era that glorified that beauty. The real beauty of women, to be specific. Paintings, drawings, poetry, sculptures, stories were written and drawn based on women who have inspired them. In their eyes they see the beauty of a goddess, the tenderness and the strength. And I believe that what they tried to capture was way beyond what our eyes can conceive. Their art still lives but the women is ordered to perish in her time.

Even ,when we see in general- as humans; our expression is restrained and feelings are contained. Maybe that’s what I miss most about being a child. The freedom to cry when I was sad, to laugh my heart out,to fight and let it all out, to hug a person whom I loved. We were innocently expressing what we felt and hence our minds were free and our hearts pure. Have we been keeping too much to ourselves these days to even feel our own emotions? Nowadays, “I like u” means “I wanna go out with you”, “I love you” will be “I want to marry you and have kids with you”.  If someone hugs you it’s an open invitation to exploit their body. When did we become so crude and shallow? Where did we lose the actual essence of a relationship of every kind?

We live too feared now. Feared of the society, feared of others and mostly just feared of ourselves. We fear our thoughts. We fear that our actions might have a wrong implication. We fear a touch, a hug, a kiss. If we live in fear, are we living at all?

I hope for a day we live freely and truly, I wait for a day when one doesn’t have to think twice to express ones emotions, when everyone is straight forward and there is no malice hidden in our hearts. I hope one day our thoughts and deeds tally with each other. I hope one day we are able to take a step back from who we are and see everyone around us through a different perspective, as the most beautiful forms of life,and not just objects for us to exploit for our selfish needs.

I hope one day we are not scared to experience every form of love.