Threatening to lash out
in all their fury
Your words rained on me incessantly.
Scathing, scalding and shattering
the sheer foundation
of my being
Your words rained on me incessantly.
Engulfing my taut skin-
hurling sting after sting
Shaking the sheer foundation
of my being
Your words rained on me incessantly.
Booming like a cloud burst–
thundering and overpowering
Devastating the sheer foundation
of my being
Your words rained on me incessantly.
Uncoiling their serpentine fang-
spewing venom
Ebbing the sheer foundation
of my being
Your words rained on me incessantly.
Groping out into the darkness,
grappling with my destiny;
A steady hand reached out to me…
As your words rained incessantly on me.
Healing my septic soul
with a mere touch-
Soothing my wilting spirits;
And dissolving the fears
festering within;
Calming the sheer foundation
of my being
As it went on to rain incessantly within me.
Annihilating the scars,
your words left behind–
Burying them into the grave
of the past
As it went on to rain incessantly within me.
The Seraph of my Life-
now guides and directs me
Stirring the sheer lightness
of my being –
Showering and loving me
As it continues to rain incessantly within me
...like never before.
(c) Natasha
5 August 2005
Friday, August 05, 2005
Thursday, August 04, 2005
~Cosmicrain~
The nebulous nimbus
bursts
into a pitter- patter dance
Enchanting the mogra
into
a magical trance
The parched gulnar
sways
to a lilting tune
The dusty haze, now
enshrines
a crystal rainbow
Glistening across
our
hypnotic horizon
(c) Natasha
July 2005
bursts
into a pitter- patter dance
Enchanting the mogra
into
a magical trance
The parched gulnar
sways
to a lilting tune
The dusty haze, now
enshrines
a crystal rainbow
Glistening across
our
hypnotic horizon
(c) Natasha
July 2005
~Desolate~
Parched land,
rents the air
A vacuous cry,
berates the sky
A lone robin
stares,
as the last drop
falls prey;
to a land
that reverberates,
to a death knell
(c) Natasha
20 June 2005
rents the air
A vacuous cry,
berates the sky
A lone robin
stares,
as the last drop
falls prey;
to a land
that reverberates,
to a death knell
(c) Natasha
20 June 2005
Death?
“The vacuous
death- knell,
sounded off
by you
Was just
another awakening,
for us
to start anew”
(c) Natasha
4 August 2005
death- knell,
sounded off
by you
Was just
another awakening,
for us
to start anew”
(c) Natasha
4 August 2005
Silence
“In the aura of silence
my soul
learnt
to speak wise
In the aura of silence
my soul
found
the path to light”
(c) Natasha
4 August 2005
my soul
learnt
to speak wise
In the aura of silence
my soul
found
the path to light”
(c) Natasha
4 August 2005
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