Dreaming of love

Dreaming of a love that her heart desires

 

A blissful sweetness that envelops the world
In its golden… warm… honeyed languor

An enchanting, exciting, electric presence
Making her heart float in its incense

A safe haven that is her anchor
As she charts stormy, choppy waters

Together discovering the worlds spoils
Or staying at home, with a warm fire

It can be all that and a lot more
With the one that shares her soul

Dreaming of a love that her heart desires…

~Richa

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My lil angel

He runs towards me in his wibbly wobbly walk
I sweep him into my arms and let him talk
He wraps his soft lil arms tightly around me
And presses his cheek to mine, ah ’tis bliss

Tired after an evening in the park
Nicely scrubbed and clean after his bath
Sigh! The smell of his soft baby perfume
Soft hair smelling of baby shampoo

Ready to fall asleep is my lil wonder
He lays his head on my shoulder
Soon his eyes droop gently
A smile plays on his lips quietly

Sleep tight my lil angel
Mommy will watch over her lil angel
Mommy will never let anyone hurt you
Sleep my lil angel, your mommy loves you

 ~Anamika

© 2007 Anamika



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This poem was originally published on my blogspot blog here at  9/24/2007

 

Love whispered to me

Wind whispering through the leaves
Sunshine dappling beautiful weaves
Jasmine scented winds playing with my hair
Is it?….Yes it is love in the air

The lil one trots down the path

Laughing at even a blade of grass

And life is beautiful again…

I love my life again….

~ Anamika

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Originally posted in my blogspot blog here at 9/15/2007

 

I am looking

 I am looking… looking for 

 

Eyes that look at me like they look at no one else

A smile that deepens when it turns my way

 

The one who seeks me out of a crowded floor

Who believes that I am worth fighting for

 

See the love and strength that I can share

Who has the strength to love and to care 

 

Who takes on my whole life with all its little packages

Take it with pleasure… not a favour of extra baggage

 

One who holds on with me in a storm

A soul mate, loved and lost in lifetimes long gone

 

I am looking for….

Lady Luck to introduce me to the one, who thinks I am worth the trouble

The gumption to hold on to him, when he does take the trouble

~Anamika

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Stumbling

He toddles along in front of her eyes
Hopping and jumping, as she watches with a smile
Suddenly, his foot catches without any warning
He spreads out his hand, as he is falling

As she watches him tottering and stumbling
Her heart skips a beat… and then starts pounding
She reaches out a hand… but stops herself mid way
As he straightens up and moves along on the pathway

She let out a deep breath, as quietly as she could,
Ah! the pain and the understanding that is motherhood
Knowing she cant always protect her little son
Only allow him to learn…learn with every fall and stumble

~Anamika

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She loves that loving feeling!

She loves that loving feeling!

Washing over her, like a warm wave
drowning her heart in its wake
lasting but a few moments in time
or moments that last a lifetime?

Oh those moments of sunshine and bliss
when he offers his cheek for a sweet kiss
or wraps his arms around her, crying mummy
or falls asleep on her shoulder, tenderly

’tis love that she is feeling, and
oh! she loves that loving feeling!

~Anamika

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Happy New Year Son!

A red balloon flies across a blue sky

All out of breath chasing a butterfly

Dirt of the playground on his jacket

He falls and gets up to play again

Cold wind blowing in his face, lifting his hair

The hot sun taking bite out of the cold air

Sliding off the slides and see saws

Making new friends and shaking hands

Happily playing with his new friends

As his smiling mother watches, from the bench

A good day, this, the last day of the year

A new day and new year await you tomorrow!

New year, new days, new possibilities…

New bedtime stories, new discoveries…

A new world awaits you everyday!

A happy new year to you my son!

~Love

Mom

 

~Anamika

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Sufi Music: Heavens and beyond

Words I know can be beautiful, specially hindi poets can paint heavens with words….but strung in a thread of sufi music, its a place beyond the realms of beauty… the music takes you with it… and you float away like a kite, floating on the warm sufi music, the words acting as your tether, so that you don get lost entirely… gently tugging at your heart every now and then….

“Tere Ishq Mein” from the album “Ishqa Ishqa” is one such piece of Sufi music heaven. 
 

I am putting up the lyrics of this song here…

Tere ishq mein….Haaye tere ishq mein
Tere ishq mein… Haaye tere ishq mein..

Raakh se rookhi… Koyele se kaali
Raat kate na… Hijraan waali

 

Funny thing about love…

The funny thing I find about love is that it’s the one game you lose without even playing it.

~”Ally McBeal Show”

 

Broken Dreams

Broken dreams…a broken heart…my life torn apart…
Strewn around me are my life’s broken shards

Everyday you tear yourself farther from me
I am afraid what the future holds for me
Just too scared to move on
Not sure to let you go or hold on

The light at the end of the tunnel is too far,
I may not survive long enough to reach that far,
Don’t know which way to go, each seems equally wrong
Not sure to let you go or hold on

Angry at the unfairness of it all
Hurt and confused on this side of the wall
That you raised between us
Not sure to let you go or hold on

Broken dreams…a broken heart…my life torn apart…
Strewn around me are my life’s broken shards

~Anamika

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-Anamika