white
the calling
You are
with me
within me
every second
of every moment
Yet, I live the truth
of ‘You’ away from ‘I’
Yet I feel
this intense separation
from home
Like an unborn child
pulled away
from womb
Like the thirsty desert
that longs for rain,
an affliction
with no remedy for pain.
Sleepless at night
restless for days
Beloved, your memory
stirs me awake.
My trembling lips
heaped with sighs,
endless tears, in your name
are now running dry.
Without you, my essence,
how am I
to stay alive?
Calling out
my entire being
leaps,
gasping
for a breath ..
I miss you.
Take me home.
season’s greetings :)
My lovely readers,
Just wanted to take a moment to thank you all for being a part of this space 🙂 Appreciate each and every one of you. Writing and poetry has been a sacred experience for me and if you can resonate with even a single post here, I’m humbled and grateful. As I went for a walk this beautiful morning, a realization surfaced that I thought I’d share. Three things of value that can’t be compromised – the company of loved ones, taking time to feed the soul and enjoying simple pleasures of life.
May this holiday season bring you warmth, love and all that you’re looking for.
Love and Light always,
Himani B
suspended
aloft, on fluffed clouds
I breathe in freedom,
moments
drip pure light
feeding on music,
sipping poetry
no more longing
for drunkenness
that once
made me feel alive
sublime reunion
awake at night, I delight
in conversations
with the light
stars wheel above my head
with them, I keep spinning
I keep spinning in ecstasy
on a carpet white
if I had words,
I would explain
how mad and frenzied
I am carried across the universe
in that silent flight!
infinite mystery
you are here
yet you are nowhere
a feeling, a thought
between shadows and light
my wings and flight
you are a fathomless stirring
a beautiful confinement
in quiet murmuring
a tune that effortlessly sways
beyond an artist’s mood
or paradox of fate
you are the presence
that is aware
untamed in my tireless gaze
somewhere
perpetual oneness
you run wild
leaving
a trail of sweetness behind
what is left to hide
when the soul bared itself
beyond space and time
forget the rituals and rites
bring with you
the sensation white
with me, stay
lets return to our meeting place
before I wither away
…..
sculpture of Cupid and Psyche at Louvre Museum, Paris
∙ tenderheartmusings ∙ 