basic reflections

The Seeds Of Life

If the seed of life within me

Were to die unborn?

If it were never to meet the fertile soil

Which it needs for its blossoming?

What if everything I hoped this life could be

Were to turn out a joke

And deadness the only real thing I felt?

 

Perhaps if I learnt to watch

The deadness and

To see its stifling hold on my mind

Watching with care and attention too

The fear which followed in its wake

Fear

Of my own betrayal of life

 

The watching might open a door

And behind this door might lie the fertile soil -

Caressed by wind and water -

Of love, which makes all things grow

In a magic moment deadness would

Turn to life and I would start to know myself

Uma

Silence

By Radha

 

i too love silence
the silence that lies
behind the shouts of joy
of children playing
a rowdy game
the silence behind
the cacophony of birdsounds
greeting a new dawn
the silence behind the sighs
of the wind on a field of corn
the silence that lies between
a lover’s words
the silence that lies
in the warm embrace
of my sleeping child
the silence that lies
in every moment passing
waiting for the return
of someone gone
the silence in the lines
of patient age
the hum of silence
in wisdom gained.

then there is the silence
of a war torn lane
the silence of the graveyard
stripped of life
the silence lying cold
behind love withheld
the silence between
the sobs of a beaten child
the silence in the eyes
of an uncompromising order
the silence in the protest
of abject obedience
the silence that lies on the land
under the shadow of no hope.

i like then the scream of rage
the sound of stone shattering
a windowpane
the cry of caution
“don’t pass this way!”
i like the wail of sisters
holding each another
to share their pain
i like the chanting
of the protests on the street
to bring down the miasma
of a terrorizing reign
i like the shout
of the hand that lifts
to strike away a striking hand.

then there is the silence
behind all the silences.

i too love silences
but then there are
silences and silences.

 

Blue Moon Seduction

This bit of inspired writing is from Vaneeta

Into the night we spilled

Weary, ecstatic, chilled -

They said the moon was blue.

 

Flames of music leapt up high

Towards the viscous vaulted sky -

They said the moon was blue.

 

Crimson warmth began to seep

Awakening spirits from the deep -

They said the moon was blue.

 

Drenched in cosmic dreams she whirled

And dizzy twisted, turned and twirled -

It’s the moon, they said, the moon is blue.

 

Ghost child, woman, temptress of the dark

Whisper of wind and flicker of spark -

It’s the moon, they said, the moon is blue.

 

She hung between the sky and earth

Her heart aflame with secret mirth -

It’s the moon, they said, the moon is blue.

 

She rose and sank and rose again

Purging ancient layers of pain -

Oh damn the moon for being blue.

 

Anguished prayer in every limb

She danced until her soul was numb -

Oh damn the moon for being blue.

 

Then slowly to the ground she fell

Dead? Alive? No one could tell -

Oh damn the moon for being blue.

 

They dared not speak for fear to stir

The force that seemed to possess her -

Be still my love – the moon is blue.

 

With frozen breath and halted beat

The music melted to the heat -

Be still my love – the moon is blue.

 

And the fire with a final flame

Gave in to its own infernal game -

Be still my love – the moon is blue.

 

They lifted her on wings of will

And cupped their palms and drank their fill -

Of the night that shone with a moon so blue.

 

At last they stood and homage paid

To truth of love and beauty shared -

And blessed the moon for being blue.

And blessed the moon for being blue.

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