Sunday 28 July 2019

Glitch

If one person gives
And the other always takes,
One will get hurt,
And you can guess which.
It's a recipe for disaster,
For it's not without a glitch.
They need to meet in the middle,
In between their two worlds.
Compromise is the word for that,
And there is no way around it.
Effort is what is put,
When you are clear about your intentions.
Let the other know for sure,
Without dancing around the bush.

- Robes of a Muse

Wednesday 24 July 2019

Love is....

Love is effortless,
Some say.
But they are wrong,
I differ, by the way.
It's not always
Rainbows and butterflies,
But the daily grind
And pulling the weight.
Love is not instantaneous,
It's by far from that.
It's about being there for the other,
Through the struggles,
Taking the risk,
Even on matters of the heart.
Building and encouraging each other,
Some times being their faith and hope,
But also their most kind critic.
Love, is many things.
But I know, for me,
It's what you make me feel.
A better person, each and every day.

- Robes of a Muse

Monday 15 July 2019

Rain

Much needed rain,
At the wrong time of the day,
Seeking solace,
By telling us what it has to say.
Are you crying for the present
Or the future, that's still at bay?

- Robes of a Muse

Thursday 11 July 2019

Seeing you

I hoped to see you soon,
But that would lead to expectation,
And end up hurting me.
So I thought of Elton John,
When he sang "somewhere out of the blue",
Because that's what my life sounded like.
Me wandering around town thinking,
"I'll turn and I'll see you."
Or maybe the reverse.
My hope of seeing you is too strong
That I no longer want to socialise
Because that would increase my chances of
Seeing you around.
Hope, expectation, disappointment.
Looks like they are a trio teaching me about life with you.

- Robes of a Muse

Sunday 7 July 2019

How do you miss someone you know?

How do you miss someone you know?
Is it their physical presence that we seek,
Or their heart and soul?
Why do we like to hear another's voice?
Is it because it helps bridge the gap
Dividing, putting distance between people?
How do you miss someone that's in your life?
Is it because they are half way in or
Because you know you want to give them more space?
So, how do we know when we miss someone?
Is it when our heart aches to be near them,
Lay in their embrace, seeking comfort in their scent?
I wonder, how we know when we miss someone...

- Robes of a Muse

A Memory, Slipping Away

With each passing day
The contours of your face become hazy,
Less prominent
And fade away.
I can't seem to remember how your lips
Curled at the edges when you smiled,
Or when your eyes sparkled with glee.
I feel it, but the picture in my mind
Slowly fades away,
A memory, slipping from my mind.

- Robes of a Muse

Saturday 6 July 2019

Flowing in the Sansarik journey

Our lives flow in this Sansarik chakra,
I know of this.
Reminiscing old memories and living in the past is unhealthy,
I know this.
I am merely trying to keep afloat,
Not drowning in the deep dark waters that invite me, seduce me.

I do look to the future,
Bright and happy,
Welcoming the immense possibilities ahead of me.
I know this.
I know my mind holds the key,
That my abilities and my youthfulness
Provide me with the stepping stone for this journey.

All this I know and am aware of.
You are right,
There is pain in the pleasure.
Like you, I endure this,
As I tread on my sansarik journey.

- Robes of a Muse

And it strikes!

And it strikes!
I'm trying to find meaning,
Watching the birds that fly,
Staring at sunrises over the horizon
Feeling the wind blow softly, across my face.

Grateful,
That's what I feel each waking day,
Knowing that I'm lucky to be here,
Able to live another day.

Meaning,
I try to find, in the people I meet,
The conversations I have,
And in each day I live.
Wondering, what all this means.

Heavy,
That's what my soul feels.
Tired of this daily grind,
Being stored away at home,
Not living my life.

And slowly it sets in,
Spreading over my body like a kanker,
Engulfing me, shutting my bodily light.
I'm drowning.
I'm drowning, unable to swim against the tide.
I'm drowning, as it slowly sets in.

- Robes of a Muse