woman


Female Head (La Scapigliata), c.1508 by Leonardo da Vinci

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

© 2009 Richa

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War and Peace by Pablo Picasso

Grim darkness cloaking her life

Compressing the space inside

Her breath stifled in the heavy air

She closes her eyes in despair

 

Quietly in her mind, she prays at the altar

Prays for a tear… a tiny drop of water

That will ease the oppressing weight

Settled in her breast like a deadweight

 

As she prays, her eyes settle upon

The cherubic face that looks on

Dark eyes looking at her gravely

Saying, His world depends on her sanity

 

She drinks back the tiny salty drops

Clinging to the edge, about to fall

And prays for time when the tears can fall

And then off her shoulders the weight will fall

 

~Anamika

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A Woman Walks on the Beach

Still hurting inside, shivering violently in the sun

She reaches out to touch someone… anyone

To her horror she merely gropes an empty space

All her ‘friends’ had busily moved on, along the way

 

While she had withdrawn into her shell to fight her battles

The world outside moved on, as she quietly tested her mettle

Finally triumphant as she walks out of the deep abyss

The vast empty space around her makes her heart twist

 

She sighs, and starts putting one step ahead of another

Alone but still moving, she hopes to acquire fellow travellers

By the mere action of putting one step ahead of another

As she walks, deep in her chest a butterfly’s wings flutter

 

She looks out into the empty space and the settling dust

Unsure of her future, she quietly walks into the fading dusk

~Anamika

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Rest by Pablo Picasso

She chooses to write cryptic lines

Telling a story of emotions, lost in time

Fleetingly, a glimpse of a heart shows through

Disappearing in absence of a context to hold onto

She hides the pain behind the mysterious folds

And that is why she chooses poetry over prose

 

~Anamika

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A diamond adorns her finger
Ruby tear drops cling to her ears
She glitters and shines….
The image of something divine

With skin as smooth as porcelain
Dimpled cheeks and a flowing mane
Her smile is like a ray of light
Filling your heart with hope and delight

But her eyes…Chocolate brown eyes
Bounding dark turbulent seas inside
Hiding a broken heart and lost dreams
From deep within her, unheard, a soul screams….

~Anamika

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This poem was originally published at my blogspot blog here at 9/20/2007

Sun was shining hot and bright
Scorching the earth with all its might
Then came the gaggle of dark clouds
And with rain drops it’s laden down

Pitter patter, pitter patter I hear
Quenching the dry dusty earth
And I walked out in the rain
My soul awakens in the rain

As the rain falls from the sky
I walk out on the dusty path
The tiny droplets falling on my face
Washing away fatigue’s last trace

Everything will soon turn green
New leaves will be sprouting from the trees
Life fights back to the surface
And I start afresh……..

~Anamika

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Standing on a fork in the path, looking ahead
She bravely tries to decide the road to tread
One though uncertain could turn out to be her heaven
Or, could just be a long hard struggle till the end

The other is never going to be her golden dream
But has the comfort of certainty downstream
Giving her safety of struggling with the expected
While giving up on a dream of a life enchanted

She chooses to let go of the safe harbor
And swim out in search of her golden arbor
Either she is a fool or a gambler
Nay… She is a brave dreamer

~ Anamika

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