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Anaira’s Musings !!

Dilne jabh bhi likhna chaha...
Yaad bus ek unka hi naam aya..

Kya likhe hum unpe...
Jo bus ek raaz hai jisse sabhse chupake sunte hai....

Jo woh Saaz hai
Chupke se milte hai sapno mein humare...
Subha uthh te hi dhoondhte hai Phir neeshan unke....

Bhool jaatein hai ke yeh kahani adhoori hi rahegi...
Woh unse baatein karne wali ankhen
abh Kuch na kahegi....

Phirbhi dilne jabh likhna chaha
Yaad bus ek unka hi naam aya...
 
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Did anyone ever tell you Just how special you are
The light that you give off
Could even light a star

Did anyone ever tell you
How good you make others feel
Well, someone out here is smiling
About a happiness that is real!

Did anyone ever tell you
How many times when they were sad
Your voice made them smile a bit
In fact...it made them glad.

Did anyone ever tell you
Just how much you’ve meant to them
Well, you amazing Tiger
Today....... I am!!

Good Morning, Happy!
 
You are friendly, kind and caring
Sensitive, loyal and understanding
Humorous, fun, secure and true
Always there... yes that's you.

Special, accepting,
exciting and wise
Truthful and helpful,
with honest sincere eyes
Confidante, forgiving,
cheerful and bright
Yes that's you... not one bit of spite.

You're one of a kind,
different from others
Generous, charming,
but not one that smothers
Optimistic, thoughtful,
happy and game
But not just another... in the long chain.

Appreciative, warm and precious like gold
May the connection we share never tarnish or grow old
You'll always be there, I hope for it to be true
I'll always be here... always for you.
 
The greatest gift for anyone
Is the smile of a heart
Soul smile is innocent and true
As it always used to be

No soul dares to challenge
Their beautiful smile
It's so awesome and amazing
Hearts get lost for a while

A baby's smile is valueless
It's a priceless treasure
No wealth in this entire world
Can be its equal measure

Their smiles are to be cherished
And treasured by one and all
For they are the gift of God
Sent to parents as love's call.
 
It’s you whom I can’t get out of my head.
It matter not that you have never been in my bed.

Handful of stollen moments worth & you’re still there.
In every thought & every care.

I might not have shown it.
You definitely couldn’t see it.
With the distance, I know you couldn’t feel it.

Nevertheless, you are here in my head
taking up at least 150 rings of this 300 ring circus brain at all times.

Come, let’s put you in that spotlight to shine.
I’d like you to fill up my senses & take the rest of
the space in my heart,
soul & mind.
 
-- Young and Old --

Youth is young
Age is old
An ancient story
Repeatedly told

The face of wonder young
The face of misery old
The night is young
The day is old

Seconds young
Hours old
Time young
Centuries old

Bubbling springs young
The fig tree old
The sprig young
The forest old

Hope young
Despair old
The bud young
The flower old

A wish young
A dream old
The secret young
The gossip old

The infant young
The soul old
Truth forever young
Lies forever old

Waxing moon young
Waning moon old
A miracle young
A mirage old

Thoughts young
Wisdom old
Revelation young
Mystery old

Old still young
Young not yet old
Once young
Now old
- - - - - -
 
-- All in Good Time --

A time for nothing
A time for everything

A time for rain to fall
A time for leaves to fall
A time for snow to fall
A time for night to fall

A time for sickness
A time for health
A time for pennilessness
A time for wealth

A time to take a stranger in
A time to let a friend leave
A time to access the wages of sin
A time to reflect and grieve

A time to be with someone
A time to be alone
A time to feel as lace spun
A time to feel as brittle bone

A time for him to know her
A time for her to know him
A time for him to love her
A time for her to love him

A time to be bewitched
A time to be bewildered
A time to be wild
A time to be beguiled

A time for then
A time for passing time
A time for now
A time for present time

A time when I can’t be alone
A time when I need to be alone
A time for not a single minute less
A time for not a single minute more

A time to smile
A time to cry
A time to live
A time to die

A time for illusion
A time for lies
A time for truth
A time to be wise

One life sublime
All in good time
 
-- Brave --l

Oh bravery! Where are you lodged?
In the vaulting of one’s heart forged.
An ocean found in the drop of a tear,
A candle found in the maelstrom of fear.
Amid all the failure, a desire to be brave,
A votive candle alone in a church nave.
The heart be crushed, but brave the face,
The feeling of being lost in a familiar place.
Reflected sunlight in waters of a deep well,
Hope heard in the silence of a tolling bell.
A weak fabric can hold stitches of strength,
Woven into the warp and woof of its length.
In depths of sadness, an extended hand kind,
A gesture, a blessing, illuminating the mind.


- - —
 
-- The World of Wonder --

Nothing left to chance in a magical performance,
Never look askance if the challenge be enormous.
We wander through life’s maze wearing a disguise,
Wishing to find our way, endeavoring to improvise.

Who needs the truth if armed with the truth of lies,
Who needs reality when illusion offers enough disguise.
Why pretend to be lost when in fact we are found,
We seek a freedom that knows no authentic bounds.

Do you settle for facts when below the surface lies mystery,
Are you content with the mundane when everywhere lies beauty.
Are we satisfied with answers to the wrong questions,
Do we suffer painful emotions found in life’s rejections.

Lift the veil to find the meaning of where and when,
What never happened, will happen, might have been.
Shine a flashlight into darkness to see what is to be seen,
Face life’s unknown mysteries to discover what they mean.

We think, wonder, imagine, in the end we make choices,
We listen carefully to the sound of myriad voices.
Lost to a cruel world, found within a world of wonder,
Blinded by flashes of lightning, deafened by rolling thunder.
 
-- Call You By Name --

A time when I couldn’t call you by name,
A time when I didn’t even know your name,
A time when I found I would have to explain,
Why I couldn’t call you by your rightful name.

Your name safely hidden within a walnut shell,
A name hung within my heart as a tolling bell.
To call your name, I would break into pieces,
Its echo a fluid harmony that never ceases.

In the desert of my heart, your name as a well,
In my evening of days, the touch of a magic spell.
Your name as a breath of wind sounding as chime,
Your name expressed in verses as poetic rhyme.

Your name now memory that always remembers,
Your name evokes emotions revived with tremors.
Your memory will always live on and never forgets,
Lasting sentiments that harbor no lingering regrets.

People often raise the question: what’s in a name,
Your name burns on my wick as an eternal flame.


- - ️ - -
 
-- A Loose End —

Sometimes I feel like a frayed loose end,
Just a cog in another’s wheel, abandoned.
Bewildered, forgotten, in a corner thrown,
A weed in someone else’s garden grown.

Sometimes I feel like a mere after-thought,
Struggling on, a person no longer sought.
Just a loose end, expendable and frayed,
Not a shiny fabric with gold threads inlaid.

Sometimes I feel like a discarded coin,
No longer loved, the heart to enjoin.
Lying there in the gutter, doing no harm,
Waiting to be picked up as a lucky charm.

Sometimes I feel like an untied knot,
Wishing to be bound, in a bow caught.
A secret gift, in sheer silence concealed,
The bow of a gift waiting to be revealed.

Sometimes I feel like unraveled yarn,
No longer held together, lacking charm.
To be again raveled, as a flower to hold,
As flower petals there in sunlight unfold.

Sometimes I feel like a solitary thread,
Afraid of the future, warding off dread.
The thinnest of threads binding a seam,
A spool of thread unraveling in a dream.

Sometimes I feel like a tired has-been,
All my efforts in the past, where, when.
The future beckons as lure of a mirage,
The faded perfume in a discarded corsage.

Sometimes I feel like a forgotten memory,
Locked within the secret of life’s mystery.
Caught in the turmoil wherever life goes,
A person in the past no one still knows.

To leave a mark the whole world to inspire,
To be a star in the firmament blazing in fire.
Bravely walk the pathway of a grand destiny,
A secret in the heart of a compelling mystery.

- - - -
 
-- The Wealth of Emotions --

How specific arrive the emotions in their full intent;
So specific, we always know what they truly meant.
How fleeting are the emotions as they come and go;
Here today, gone tomorrow, we never really know.

Anger raises its ugly head, shouting to attack, attack;
We fling the anger away hoping it never comes back.
Angry at family, at the world, at God, at everything;
Until we be drained of all sentiment, left with nothing.

Our well source, freed of anger, now filled with regret;
Loss of control, expansion of limits, we wish to forget.
Loss of our true self that we desperately wish to uphold;
Expansion of our rightful limits that gradually take hold.

The vengeance of sweet revenge that builds in our breast;
Like starving birdlings with hungry mouths in their nests.
Having been wronged, how our vengeance needs to be fed;
How the insistent call of vengeance feels like being bled.

Even our happiness that arrives as a simple sense of joy;
Brings with it a temporary feeling that seems like a ploy.
Fostering feelings of well-being our tender hearts to tempt;
But when happiness takes its leave, our hearts feel spent.

Then the morbid sentiment hovering as potential sorrow;
To cloud light of days, whether it be today or tomorrow.
A painful failure, loss of hope, sudden death and its shroud;
To enter the dim cavern of our hearts as a darkening cloud.

Let us not forget all the hatred we cannot leave behind,
Like blood-sucking vampires, as stalking ghouls of the mind.
Sleepless ghosts inspiring further wrong and to no avail,
Writing signatures in our wakeful moments, minds to assail.

The list ever goes onward, but we must bring it to a close,
With love, the most painful emotion, as everyone knows.
The hollow beating of an empty heart needs to be filled,
The longing, rush, surge, and loss all need to be stilled.

The list of our emotions goes on and bears repeating,
Arrive on the scene with their moment, ever fleeting.
Their intent untaught, instinctive, with special acumen,
Revealing us for the people we are, as all too human.

Whoever said to err is human and to forgive is divine,
Never knew the wealth of sentiments I call truly mine.
The negative emotions, by proxy, enlighten us by stealth;
Intimacies of our emotions reveal truth in their wealth.

- - ♥️ - -
 
-- They Come as Whispers --

Sometimes they come as whispers,
Words heard on the faintest breath.
Tempting, tantalizing, soft whispers,
When listened to contain such heft.

Sometimes they come as gentle notes,
Lending inviting rhythms into the mind.
Soothing breath that in the wind floats,
Inviting sound to fill the ears of the blind.

Sometimes they come as distant voices,
Saying things we desperately want to hear.
Whether loud or soft, disparate voices,
To lift me out of the depths with cheer.

Sometimes they come as a breeze,
Words gentle, sweet, felt as a touch.
Dew to settle in the mind with ease,
As dawn awakened by an idle thrush.

Sometimes they come as a breath,
Taken in, set free, without a thought.
Stark rhythms speak of life and death,
Never lost, never found, only sought.

Sometimes they come as wind chimes,
Melodic and visible only to the blind.
Words that echo as sign of the times,
With sole intent to sound notes kind.

Sometimes they come as a whistle,
Purposefully blown to sound alarm.
To fly away like the down of a thistle,
Words to instill fear with little charm.

Sometimes the whispers come not at all,
Silence that ensues seemingly unbearable.
Until whispers return, holding us in thrall,
As anointed breath that makes life bearable.

- - ️ - -
 
-- The Gaps of Time --

Behold the gaps of time into which we fall,
A prelude, an interlude, to hold us in thrall.
The pattern of our day suddenly suspended,
The rhythm of night time suddenly upended.
The dying day as bleeding sunset to behold,
The moment a flower bud begins to unfold.
Falling into the darkening depths of despair,
Seeking the illuminated heights during prayer.
Realizing the extent of what we don’t know,
Touched by the chill serenity of falling snow.
Time put on hold as we sit around and wait,
Wait patiently as we stand before the gate.
An arrival that occurs as a promise kept,
The finality of a departure when we wept.
First descent, then recovery, however brief,
Bewildered by the miraculous, then relief.

- - - - - -
 
Anaira_HH said:
Keeper -

The scent of your absence
lingers long in fading note
damp ground of rotting leaves
gasping fish sunning on the shore.
Green life once hanging more
over rippling water where
you reeled me in, taking your time.

Wriggling, squirming in your hands
my body tensed to fight
but mind lost in delight
soon shocked as you ripped my guts
pulling out your hook
just to throw me back in that brook.

Guess I wasn’t a keeper.
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Misty echoes of memories past,
Whispering secrets, lost and vast.
 
Anaira_HH said:
Fall

If last night was the last night
we would be together
why couldn’t it stretch into today?
Why must the sun’s rays wash it away?

Why can’t we learn to love in the dark
at noon, tonight, forever?
I am a convert to never
if you’ll keep your lips
your hips pressed on mine.

Let’s stop the second hand
from slitting the wrist of our worship
insist we fall with Newton’s apple
forever to the earth
red in the blood of our ripened radiance.
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The whispers of stars fade into the blue,
Leaving behind memories, bittersweet and true.
 
The whispers of stars fade into the blue,Leaving behind memories, bittersweet and true.
Anaira_HH said:
-- Apportioning Blame --

You cannot blame a tree
In the event of a hanging.
You cannot blame the ocean
In the event of a drowning.

Do we blame time
For endless minutes and hours?
Do we blame our trusted beliefs
For their mystical powers?

Do we blame the eagle
As it freely soars on high?
Do we blame the wind
As it gently utters a sigh?

Does anyone blame the sun
For the brilliance of its gleam?
Does anyone blame a placid pond
For having such a face serene?

Does anyone blame the moon
When the new moon fails to appear?
Does anyone blame the stars
When we hold their mysteries dear?

Do we blame the unicorn
For stirring our imagination?
Do we blame the haunted house
Allowing ghosts to escape detection?

Do we blame time
For the brevity of the seasons?
Do we blame winter
For being the harshest of the seasons?

Do we blame the fabric of our being
With its torn cloth?
Do we blame the blind for not seeing
Or the impulses of the light-seeking moth?

Is the earth to blame
When it shudders and shakes as thunder?
Is the night to blame
When stars fill our hearts with wonder?

We never blame the desert
When its dryness protects a hidden well.
We never blame the shimmering mirage
When it casts into the mind a tempting spell.

Do we blame sickness and death
For their inevitability?
Do we blame the life of the spirit
For its enduring mystery?

There is always blame to go around,
Someone, something must give account.
Silence blamed for having no sound,
Its emptiness conceals such full amount.
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Do we blame the artist
For the emotions their work evokes?
Do we blame the poet
For the stories their pen invokes?

Blame may be a burden,
But understanding, a gift.
In this dance of existence,
Let compassion uplift.
 
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