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The old faded picture in the profie- that isn't me... It is Anastasia- Anastasia Nikolaevna Romanova... quite a mouthful, isn't it? Her story - the fabled Grand Duchess of the erstwhile Russia-apparently the only survivor who escaped the violent mass murder of her family in 1918 in the Bolshevic Revolution... Her daring occasionally exceeded the limits of acceptable behavior. And why her? Its her name- Anastasia: "the breaker of chains" or "the prison opener". And another meaning of her name is "RESURRECTION" Means there would never be an END

Tuesday, May 26, 2009

Talk to me like lovers do

Talk to me like lovers do.
Tell me about the good in man.
I've seen my shades of black.
Show me the world of colour again.
I know of hardships and reality.
But I want the land of dreams
Take me there, where lovers go.
I want to know how safe life can seem.

Tell me good isn't over.
Take me away from tears.
Tell me fairy-tales can be true.
Tell me there are no reasons to fear
I know that life's not easy.
Tell me it would be with you.
Show me the land of candies again.
Talk to me like lovers do.

Oh! I know of hoping against hope
Lay back the assurance and the trust
Give me back some of the child I had.
Tell me trusting you won't hurt.
I know I can be strong.
Tell me I don't need to with you.
Tell me you will be strong for me.
Talk to me like lovers do.

Friday, May 8, 2009

That's his soul

"That is his soul!" she exclaimed.
She had seen it only through the cloudy drapes
all the years appearing muddy and shrunken.
No soul so foul, so treacheous in its being. No!
But She had never seen it so clean now.

She saw it rise, as she dropped her tears to the earth
she saw his soul removed from the cloudy drapes
and it was as clean as an angel's...

Like a new child, bathed in his blood he
clean and pure, his soiled soul now free

but that is his soul! she thought
oh but she had wrongly judged
now, life went past, like spring breeze
she saw his soul too late
she bade it farewell, and sealed her fate

Travel we do

Before we reach the Arms cradling love,
the heaven-enwrapping tassels of the angels
and the embracing bosom of Mother Earth
we travel and
seek in the darkness, we do,
The love, the glory and the pride...
Convoluted and corrupted, is what we get
*For we see through a glass darkly,
and the truth, before it is revealed to all,
face to face, we see in fragments.
Before we make Earth our Mother again
And the journey from our life to Her Motherhood
is but a moment....
though travelling through which, is an Age....


* taken from the Bible 1 Corinthians 13:12

Monday, May 4, 2009

Tears


Oh Tears! I say... Yes you....
You've been with me all these years, haven't you?

You were there, rolling down my cheeks, consoling and warm
When my soul left my side, leaving me guilty and unarmed

You went through my body, like the lump in my throat
You hugged me like my blanket when the nights felt cold

You went through my breath with the melancholic sighs
You stayed embedded in me, like crystals in my eyes

Now look! How my eyes shine because of you!
Loyal you've been, and you're still seeing me through.

Tears! Will you leave ever, leaving me alone?
Walk away like my world did, and be gone?

I fear the loneliness, which is ever so close
It is taking me into its shadows, and I lose.

Alone as I get more alone, I lose my soul.
I've fought battles and won, only to lose it all.

My strengths depleted, my support is but weak
I stand alone, and friendless as these words I speak.

A foreign land weakening my will
How I fight, I don't know still!

May be it is you who still stands by me
without you, I am as lonely as I can be.....