Conflicts

I have risked my securities,
To embrace the uncertainties,
So,
I do not like to be judged,
Impractical and foolish, in my middle age,
For,
Unlike the self appointed judges of my life,
I don’t want to be, ‘one among the many,’
The many, of that relentlessly waiting crowd,
Who wait inharmoniously,
Till retirement, to revive their truest passion!

© Sarika Harikumar

An Unwritten Complaint

He filled his ink for her,
In his fountain pen,
Day and Night,
Night and Day,
Till the nibs drowned,
In his ecstasy...
They couldn’t complain, could they?
All their life, they toiled for him,
Feeling beautiful,
In the verses he compiled,
But they were all for her,
The other woman,
Who was beyond his grasp,
And above his love!

© Sarika Harikumar Shyam, 08/06/2020

Reminiscence

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Do you remember those yellow sunflowers,
Photographing our first kiss in the flash of their yellow fields?
They were shy, you know,
As if they never witnessed a love, as passionate as ours, ever…

Was it then that I told you about my love for their yellow hue?
I think so, I vaguely remember you sliding one behind my ears.
You then told me about your love for the sky’s blue,
And held me up to capture its hue…

We were so naïve then, weren’t we?
Reaching for the sky and plucking those flowers,
Showing off our love, to them and the whole world,
Did we ever think then that it was a fool’s paradise?

 I am afraid to go there now, to those sunflower fields,
As they might find out, our little secret, even before our hearts do,
I wonder if they would be glad or sad,
When they witness a love, as impassionate as ours, now…


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©Sarika Harikumar Shyam, 03/06/2020

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If I say

If I say,
I can empathize,
with your stress,
It will be an understatement…
The days which churned me,
to spill the best and worst in me,
and the days which witnessed,
the thankless faces of the people,
the very same people from whom,
I yearned for a single word of praise…

Those days…
are still a nightmare,
When giving the best,
Was a synonym of stress,
A race, for want of something,
which never was worth your sweat.
But still, we go after that want, that need…
That is human nature, isn’t it?
To excel, to get appreciated,
to perform for gains,
both materialistic and emotional…
For that is how we move on,
instilling the seeds of virtual growth,
to grow like a selfish being,
while deep inside,
your own selfless mind,
rests in a corner; helpless…

© Sarika Harikumar Shyam, 28/05/2020

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The Spell

If you read what I write,
Then you know who I am.

If you enjoy what I write,
Then you like me for who I am.

If you look forward to my lines,
Then, I am the witch whom you love...

I possess an enchanting wand ,
To mesmerize your thoughts,day and night.

But,if I throw away my wand,
Will you still stay awake to read my verses?

Will you then throw your uptight mask,
And reveal your heart, my inamorato?

Let’s then travel in to the depths of this timeless universe,
And avow our love amidst the twinkling stars...

And when time detects our space,
Let’s disobey gravity and elope,

To that unknown point of creation,
Where space and time fell in love...

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© Sarika Harikumar Shyam , September 2019

The Lovelit Drapes

It was an opaque curtain,
a stubborn one, I should say,
as it was reluctant to sway,
and lift itself,
even on a windy day...
But, I knew it danced,
swiftly, in gracious moves,
and I knew one more secret,
that it was in love with the Moon.
I had seen its blush,
the same one, a woman in love, would have,
in response to a gentle kiss...
Her veiled body gleamed,
on that moonlit night,
and that was when I knew that,
she was in love!
While admiring the lovelit drapes,
I realized something;
To shine, in your amor's embrace,
and sway in brimming love,
is a bliss immeasurable,
and incomparable;
This bliss is the only one,
which  stood the test of times,
and centuries,
and lives,
and perhaps evolution...
And for a moment, I was jealous,
Jealous of her state,
and of something which I had lost!