The bather

The bather



Awakening trees
Stretch, yawn, shake off winters' sleep
Bathe in morning light


--shubha

Woman , who are you ?

Woman , who are you ?

For far too long, man has longed to answer
Define this unfathomable mystery
Tried to capture her fragrance
In perfumed romance
In words , labels , purposes
For her being
In his image

For too long , women have longed to answer it too
By rejecting every limiting label
Testing their strength
Proving to themselves
And others
That they refuse
To be defined
In any image
Yours or theirs

How can any number of labels suffice
To describe that spark of the divine
That is your truth and mine ?

Woman , who are you ?
I am a traveler on a journey
To understand my own mysteries
Even as I reveal some
And leave you more
That you may always know
Mystery of magic and love

--shubha

Mirrored selves

Mirrored selves

Have you ever seen yourself
In the fitting room mirrors, reflected by the hundreds?
Looked into the eyes of your multitude selves?

Sometimes admiring
Sometimes critical
Sometimes encouraging
Sometimes aloof
Sometimes engaged, enthusiastic
Sometimes bored
Sometimes simply staring
With compounded curiosity

Did you leave them behind there
Or do you tote them with you, now
The price tag of a new dress?

--shubha

Words

Words

Formed of nebulous, shifting thought

They traverse this half substantial space

Gather form and flesh in sound

And roll of my tongue with ease

Some stumble in their haste to leave 

See the world with a stutter

One naughty one ,hangs by my lips 

For a last swing 

Before slipping out with a lisp

As they pass the gate of my lips

Mine no more

To paint their pictures 

Sing their songs

Create their own nebulous births 

In others

Leaving me clutching memories

And a sibilant sigh.

--shubha

Budding hope

Budding hope

First buds flower bold

Stretch in nascent hope to hold

Dream of fading moon

--shubha 

Hope

Hope


Having faith when the world is dark

Offer up engulfing doubt, an existence, stark

Purpose , a goal , on a journey embark

Ever provides a dying dream with life spark



Hope , that fluttering moth , leads through the night

With faith , to the engulfing truth ,a flame bright



--shubha

Discarded hearts

Discarded hearts

Lone heart lay forlorn
Hurriedly discarded in life
Yet, declaring love

--shubha