The void devoured me from within,
the bottomless chasm,
precious glitters nor meaningless action
-the vacuum prevailed,
smile , you healed the rift
Kavini
The magnificent ruin
bespoke of dreams shattered
the broken walls
echoing the broken spirit
the shattered window panes
standing witness to the shattered dreams
life once glorified
nothing but a shell with empty promises
where there is death, life valiantly fighting
through the scorched earth
a tendril of life
Kavini
Thank you mom
for letting me fall
when I started to walk
I can run now
Thank you
for letting me scribble on the wall
I can write stories now
Thank you
for letting me make a mess in the kitchen
I can cook for fifty people now
thank you
for letting me make mistakes
I can make right choices now
Thank you mom
for not cocooning me
but you stood behind me
I can live my life now.
Kavini
Friend
you walk with me during lull and storm
you hands are there
to wipe tears and to hug
your right words
to guide and to applaud
sakhe your presence I feel every moment of my life.
This is about a good friend of mine. Both our fathers are friends. Though I know his father very well I met him only when we were sixteen.
My fathers friends used to have get together quite often. It was the first time my friend attended such a gathering. We were already a well settled group of youngsters and one of the older boys in the group took my friend under his wing.
A couple of us who were serving food decided to initiate him into the gang through a trial by fire. His glass alone was refiled again with salt and water solution. Poor thing he assumed that the water itself tasted like that. The minute he knew that it was a special concoction that was prepared for him humour flashed in his eyes and the ice was broken, Well he had his revenge when we met at his place the next time. I was made to drink a mixture of coffee and tea.!!!!! Yikes. To make me drink salt water solution he drank a whole cup to prove to me that it was just plain water.
He loves to drive and when he used to take me in his bike we used to sweep the road at every curve. (He loved to take the curves at a high speed and believed himself to be a formula 1 bike racer).I used to hold on to him for my dear life.
So many discussions we have had about our dreams, fear, aspirations, likes and dislikes. Many an hour was spent in pleasant discussions.
Life happened and he went to the other end of the world for his higher studies and our life path branched off in different directions and we lost touch. Like the paths in the garden that meanders and keep intersecting our life also kept intersecting.
There are days, months and years of silence but when we connect it is always like as if we had our last meeting just yesterday. We pick up from where we left off.
There is no demands and expectations from each other but we know that we can depend and trust each other.
This is for you my friend who sent me a huge bouquet of roses from US for my marriage and my first dance partner.
We might traverse our own path again but when our paths intersect we will continue our journey for sometime together before life decides to take us else where else.
Thank you my friend.
Kavini
MUSINGS 