Breathe a little, Live a little, Yearn a little, Burn a little
Alka
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Her That’s Me
I am her, and her, and her, and her.Constructed carefully from bits and pieces.From how it should be toHow it could be.Culled from what I see in othersGraceful effortless ease.Be the her that loved ones need.Till it’s so hard to remember the her that’s me.And it’s only when everyone has left,The doors closed, lights off,…
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When I Trust
How many years does it take to trust again?How many moments of being thereWhen my eyes open?When I can predict what you will sayIf anything happens?To let go of that hard won shell?To not expect once againA loved one look at youAnd say you were mistaken?How many promises kept?Hours of murmured love?That happy smile when…
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Poem* Don’t Look Back, My Love
There is nothing left thereExcept ghosts and regrets.Hidden land mines ofWhat should have beens andPainfully unpaid debts.Reminders of the you that once wasThat will never ever be againMirages of comfort once receivedThat you will now never ever get.Don’t look back, my precious,That path has been washed away by tears.The lessons learned now pillarsOf the you…
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Another Year
Another year has almost passedAnother eternity went by so fastFrom who I was and what I didTo what is gone and what remains.And I learned painfully againYou can say the bravest thingsCount your virtues righteouslyConvinced you know all your sins.Time just laughs, that pious bitchRemorselessly yet once moreYou’ll do the things you did beforeThis time…
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Times Squared
The neon starlight flashes brightInto the room dark at night.Familiar hands smooth down my skinTangling in my hair and thenSoft whispers breathe across the napeBristles leave the path they traced.Sighs dance in rhythms uncontrolledAs I make you mineAnd you make me yours. #alkaverse
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Buddhi (acrylics on canvas)
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Poem: When is it betrayal, when is it growth?
It’s far easier when one is fighting bitter foes,Against loved ones, ‘tis harder to raise the sword.Familiar eyes, with lines and wrinkles well knownTempt with seductive allure to give up one’s soul.Tell me, is it the armor of one betrayed again?To know when urgent words are spoken in vain.To open the door, before the other…
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Poem: Unfeeling
One can, perchance, mourn the passing ofThe restless coils and toils of grief.Even as the heart expands in freedom fromThat broken thread which held off peace.Wonder how foolish tears made fears so real,How impossible wishes wove fragile dreamsWhen even those are gone in wispy mists,Does one remember, then, how to feel?-alka
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Poem: And I Lose Her Again
As though death can happenOnceTwiceInnumerable, soul ripping, mind bending times.Whenever she reaches out with I miss youAs if in helpless needFreshly healed,Pink skinned raw woundsStart to bleed.If only, she says, you didn’t have a temperIf only you could think, for once, about others.As though history could be rearrangedMemories erasedTruth deniedLike children’s bedtime tales.And I realizeNothing…
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Contemplation (acrylics on Cavas)
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In me the river flows is set of poems that describe the complex layers of betrayal and grief to resolute determination, with calm pools of compassion through it.
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