Secret   2 comments

Sometimes the heart is heavy
with things left unsaid,
We wait for the appropriate moment
Hope that the words come out right
That we really are able to say
what has been swirling endlessly
between the heart and the head
But that moment waits, alongwith us
As we look at the future,
the future looks back at us,
As we wait for the person to connect,
somewhere that person stares
Until that thunderclap within
alerts us to the real meaning
this action to be taken
is not for the other’s sake
listen to your own heart
write what it wants to share
who knows what is really happening
at the other end?
Is assuming safer than relying on the unknown?
I break this spell of silence
write to you for clearing my chest
Like the telegram in those old days,
I don’t know what is on your side
And for now, I am embracing this boldness
of stepping up to say
what I had learnt to keep as a secret.


Posted April 11, 2013 by Deepti G Gujar in nouvelles poèmes

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Autumn Song   4 comments

A tune spun out of memory
Of a forgotten love buried
from fear that it may
come about,
like it did this evening

the clocks turned full circle
as we spotted each other
across that very street
where we were lovers
now i hold the hand
of the one we called our own

In that instant, when our eyes met
eternity was lost
promises drifted cold
as the signal held us across
lines showed up like memories of war
until she played our autumn song

warm tears slipped by
just like you and I
walking past the green light
she pulled me ahead in delight
as you tried to reach out in vain
our little girl you’d left behind.


Posted November 8, 2012 by Deepti G Gujar in Blogroll

Moonfield   Leave a comment

drifting in and out through the sheets
wondering what in your room I am doing
there’s a blank screen in front of me
and an empty slate that I am living

unlit candles fragrant on the bedside
unscheduled delays bringing us closer
echoes of the sarangi in a forgotten place
companion to the silence in our embrace

keep me at the back of your heart
lock that door and keep the key to yourself
and when time cheats you by going too slow
escape indoors to that vast moonfield memory
that exists only for you.

Courtesy Rumi page on Facebook

Posted November 3, 2012 by Deepti G Gujar in nouvelles poèmes

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Unrequited   5 comments

I know you don’t love me
the way in which i do
Even though you say, “I do”,
it is too generic, too casual
For the whirl of intensity
I am caught in,
when I am around you.

This is just a small letter
to tell you that I am aware
this love is unrequited
and yet, with this, I am okay
And if you’re wondering why,
then let me tell you,
I have time to spare,
emotions to share,
and vulnerabilities to bare.
So my dear man,
just bear with all my songs
of ideal love though this is not,
for I am aware, you are just a flame
unaffected by the moth.

Tossing feathers on high winds
sometimes takes its toll,
when I question myself about you,
I feel out of control.
You do a great job,
of putting me out of my mind,
that is what I’ve been trying
to throw the past behind
You are that cord in between
that I often get strung up on
and yet when I dissolve,
it turns me into a song
What alchemy is this
I still fail to grasp
this chemistry of minds
opens up the wounds of my heart

So here I end this letter
with a goodbye to this tangle
letting things be quiet
for a while to let it settle
some strains have come undone
you are not “the one”
the awareness has disrobed
into knowing, i can be alone
I have dreams to build,
visions to fulfill,
and promises just mine solely.
So my dear man,
just bear with these smoky trails
of a love affair ending
for this connection we share
is just to make me aware, I was missing.


Courtesy Rumi page on Facebook


Posted October 18, 2012 by Deepti G Gujar in Blogroll

Looking for light   1 comment

there’s a mountain of grief
separating you from me
not because you have hurt me
but because i carry a baggage so heavy

i would like to bring you light
but when i look within i see nothing
but hallways of silence gathering dust
there are no pleasant memories

i am at these crossroads
waiting to embrace even a flicker
if only i could find that face,
that holds that shine…

in you i see my face breathing tomorrow
a life free from past sorrow
held by your soft hands filled with grace
beyond the heart breaks

time ticks its way in my head
i’ve come a long, long way
kicking my feet in the dust
i am gathering all my courage, asking
is light what I really wanted…

Posted July 23, 2012 by Deepti G Gujar in nouvelles poèmes, Rubaiyat

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My girl   2 comments

Butterflies explode from her chest
Finding their own way into delight
Each one having its own flower
While she is running barefeet
in a flowering cotton field

Lavender finds white butterflies
Poppies suckled by the yellows
As she reigns in her kingdom
of a vast blue sky,
and pockets filled with beads

The only strings that exist
are the ones humming chords
in her mind’s cathedral spaces
every chime far beyond rhythm

now there is no need for anyone
to hold up the mirror
as she finds the rivers flourishing
with happiness too excited to care
about stillness punctuating time

Ah…my sweet dolce vita
will you gush out your secret
all together at once in one whisper
to annihilate the storms into
one single flame of a candle
born from the reverse
of light transcending to void?

Posted June 28, 2012 by Deepti G Gujar in nouvelles poèmes

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Who calls (the lost cellphone poem)   2 comments

I’ve lost all I had
the memories are all gone
robbed by a stranger in need of glory
of a fancy phone looking pretty

here i am walking alone
the clouds above will pour anytime
and i shall be out of reach
as i wonder who will call…

who calls when i am weeping
who calls when i am breaking
into pieces that i am still struggling
to make into one complete picture
who calls when the nights are filled
with mind numbing chatter
who calls when your mother is sick
when she is the only one who can comfort you

i am dreaming of a morning
even if it happens with a few dim stars
and a moon wobbling
i am waiting for my soul to call
to draw me close in its arms
to end the wait for a man who won’t care
that i am beyond reach in the wee of hours

who calls when you feel delirious
who calls when you discover contentment
is beyond a feeling that comes
from doing everything right
who calls when the mornings are filled
preparing for a shock that would hit later
who calls when you are lying in bed wondering
where you missed the point of your existence

i’ve lost all the time
that i was struggling to redeem
he who stole my phone relieved me
of my baggage as expensive as Gucci

here i am riding alone
the rains seeping through my jeans
and there is no music in my ears
as i wonder who I’d be listening…
but me.


Posted June 18, 2012 by Deepti G Gujar in nouvelles poèmes

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