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Do not look for me in my grave!!!
Do not look for me in my grave
and when you do not find me there
do not start to weep
I do not lie in that grave
and I am far away from sleep
I dissolve into every dew
with worries very few...
'am the violet in every rainbow,
bouncing in every tide's ebb and flow...
'am the spring that follows your autumn,
driving away every fearful phantom...
'am the tune in every koel's ballad,
embracing the earth, making it overglad...
Do not look for me in my grave
and when you do not find me there
do not start to weep
I do not lie in that grave
and I am far away from sleep

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True beauty
"Show me the world" says the moon...
Her shimmering splendour
and brilliant glow
take my breath away
from time to time...

The dark sky,
a place where oblivion outranks darkness,
brightens up with her beacon glances...

"Why doesn't she ever leave earth's side,
why doesn't she stray away?"
I wonder...
"She is wedded to him," says one atom in my brain
"Nay, a wedding ring can't be strong enough
to tie her to him," says another...
"she's his mother," says the third...
"his daughter," says the fourth...

What celestial ties may bind
these transiting souls, I do not know...
But what I can see is the adoring gaze
she casts him,
who, with bluish green eyes,
stares back at her amidst puffs of smoke...

Sweeter than the sweetest dream,
she shares her light for all to see
wandering with a wanderer,
being eternally at peace with whatever is given...

Looking at her beauty, so profound,
so helpless I feel...
When she's around,
most of my wounds heal...
In her everlasting shadows
my heart seems to hang deep...
My mind surrenders always
to her sanctity...

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A rendezvous with the stars
It's a starry night...
White snips blushing
for being seen by the world
with not a floating screen
to veil their faces...
Golden nuggets scattered amidst
diamond twinklers...
all beaded on black velvet...
White turning gold from the blush within,
or gold going pale from the cold without?
Where did it all begin?
Nights of sleepless school study flood back into the mind...
A tiny star goes bang and leaves a legend...
A star so old...
If only the star was alive
for truth to be told...
Would she have been scared
coming to the end of her days?
Thinking of dying and shrinking fast...
but going out in a blaze of glory
proving the universe wrong on thinking
that to be the end of the story...
Creating life at the moment of her death
Laying seeds of you and me...
So, direct star material aren't we?
She's seen in everything everywhere
gifting the vast emptiness of space
with a whole new entity...
I stand still
captivated by the thought of this
never-ending trail...
to which we all add our share...
a bit here and a bit there...
ending at what looks like nowhere
but what's actually a point
for someone else to take over...
From now on when I look up at the sky
I won't feel small and trivial
I'm playing a magnificent part in a play
Too profound in meaning and
outside the bounds of my comprehension
the play might be...
but I get comforted by the fact
that I'm a strong link, holding the
chain together...

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Dear past,
Forgive me if my words offend you...
You are nothing but a trickle of disgust,
And you succeed in dwindling with each passing day...
My heart yearns to see you crushed...
but the truth is, you don't exist...
only your offpsring, memory does
and that tries to hurt me even more.
It multiplies too,
feeding on my tears like a parasite...
Memories upon memories flood the gates of my mind
and soon I begin to drown in them...
each more bitter than the last
but all so throbbing and real.
The memories may be true...
but there ends your happiness...
unfortunately for you, they're fading too fast
what you must've thought of as ocean waves
are nothing but hideous dew drops...
they're evaporating in the sun...
You try to gather them up quickly, in a jar you want to seal...
but time is quicker than you are, and it speeds up the sun's steal...
As each sunset brings forth a new day,
this sunset will bring a new life to me...
and you've no choice but to lay off...

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Dear you,

I love my life...

This life,
With so many broken pieces of my heart,
So many moments of stumbling after a start,
So many battles given up on,
So many bruises borne,
So many strivings for leaving a mark,
So many fears of the unknown and the dark,
So many losses with aching arms,
So many mirages with beaches and palms,
So many nights of forsaken stars,
So many wounds with deep-dwelling scars,
With too few dew drops to please,
Too few who would hear my pleas,
Too few of my drawings hung,
Too few of my songs sung...

I would never trade my life for your's,
How much ever you try with all your might...
For, my life may have so much of black
But I know it still has so much white....

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For succeeding I was born!
I smile at the mountain,
I say I want to give life a try...
"Not a hope," says the mountain...
"From where you stand,
life is high up there,
mighty high..."
'Am told!
I flatly deny...
"High is not beyond how much I can reach,
far is not beyond how much I can leap,
deep is not beyond how much I can see...
Just because 'am flooded with bouts of skepticism and negativity,
I needn't take yours as well,"
I tell the mountain...
"However unlikely it may seem,
my negativity serves to propel me forward,
while yours would push me down from an abyss..."
Clouds stop to listen...
Birds fly by...
We look solemnly at each other,
the mountain and I!
"Though you may hear me holler,
and I may let you see me cry,
you're terribly mistaken if even for a second u think
I'll let you see me crumble and die..."
I brandish my finger at the mountain...
"I've made it this far...
I can surely live on...
For being an example
and for succeeding I was born..."

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Will yesterday matter tomorrow?
Will yesterday matter tomorrow?
Yes, it will...
What I sculpted yesterday,
Shows the world who I am today...
What I gave yesterday,
I get back today...

Will yesterday matter tomorrow? Well it might...
If only I know what leads to what...
Shocked and surprised
at the unbelievable consequences of things so uncertain...
With questions like "Can anything be undone? Can everything be undone?"
Living a life in which "if" and "only" rule...
If only something done had been neglected,
If only something neglected had been done...

Will yesterday matter tomorrow? Nay it will not...
Will morning matter at the end of the day?

Why can't this be easy? Why can't there be signs to point me the right way?
Why do all the signs point me back to where I started everyday?
Understanding myself, seems harder in a way,
trying to find out
if yesterday will indeed matter...
Yet, in heart of hearts
I get thrilled at asking myself this every now and then...
Secretly relishing this uncertainty...
Looking forward to asking myself what matters...
Now, later, and at the end of the day...

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Morning musings...
Time to wake up! I don't want to be left behind...
Or, do I?
Do I prefer this slumber?
Or do I rather hunt
for blue-edged diamonds?
I lie still,
savouring this moment,
of the deep silence within
and the dry uproar without.
My mind rumbles,
wanting me
to be part of the clamour...
My soul whispers
that I find bliss
in this state of pure quietude.
"Wait for me!"
I cry out aloud,
hoping my feeble shriek
would somehow pierce
the cluttered din
of the maddened pursuits
and frenzied treads of
the so-called "ambitious"!
Once again my soul tells me...
This time in a howl...
to give up even trying
to catch up with them
"You're made for relishing
what life gives you...
not greedily grabbing at
what it doesn't"
'am told...
The battle goes on...
Do I listen to my soul,
sit still, enjoying the sight
of the road-side roses being kissed by the wind?
Or would I rather
not take my eyes off the final goal...
crossing milestone after milestone of emptiness...
praying and hoping
to be acknowledged about the "milestone" success
to be praised for the hollow triumph...
My mind says I choose the milestone-scouring business...
and not be left behind...
My soul sings that I lie still...
The word blends into the song
And I dissolve into the music...

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