Reflections...

It’s rush-hour, every hour, in her head:  Always lost in the past, or worried for the future. The gift of the Present becoming rapidly estranged. Veira believes her life was full of one-ways: All detours and backroads led to quarrelsome chaos.. Her head was stuck in first gear, afraid of stalling, With monotonous tracks on repeat played as background noise. Veira’s heart was the occasional drably-dressed hitchhiker: She was never sure when to open her door to it, Since she was many a time disillusioned by its disloyalty. For Veira, words were many and sense was sparse. Like a twisted treeline of incomplete motorways, All leading to one destination: hodgepodge porridge. She never found herself, except out of gas in the fast lane, And she never quite understood why. At standstill moments, Veira’s head drifted to a place: A farfetched longwinded road which she believed to be fulfilment. Alas, many a time she allowed the mist and fog to fool her.

She woke up in the morning, And pinched herself, Gently but firmly: Is this real?”  “Who am I?” One… two… three… Four… five… six… Seven…eight…nine… Ten… She is Love and Powerful. Opening her eyes, She was a beautiful mess, She hummed to the rhythm “This is real… I am real…” 22 June 2017 x Her vision and judgment clouded: A sardine in a factory, or A needle in a haystack? Closing her eyes again, Completely still,Controlled breathing, Careful like the waves on a night-tide, Caressing the shore, Counting to ten breaths… She loves wholesomely and unreservedly She is unique She is fiercely gentle She is strong and confident She is independent yet affectionate She is emotional yet perceptive She is spiritually in tune with the wind She is enlightened and awake She is whole and beautiful She observed the tears, Streaming down her cheeks, In the awe of self-love… She released a deep sigh, And giggled foolishly As s

On the edge of a cliff, I stood there, pondering and daydreaming, Of alternate realities: The one that is and the one that could be.. Or should be... Limits of love are personified, Yet true love is unconditional & unselfish, The knife that is reality, The cloud that is desire, The tear that is my heart. My heart fell deep into my stomach, As it fell, it screamed When it landed, it shattered into fragments, Scattered everywhere, no assembly: Just a pile of rejected parts. In the fragile state that I was, Answers were few and far between, Questions were obstacles, Thoughts were barriers Feelings were ammunition Tears were inevitable. My tears cut paths down my cheeks, Paths that led nowhere, Not even a safe Haven, The endless journey of Pain. My shattered heart, Lay there, fragmented, unidentifiable, Misshapen, abused, soiled, and forgotten. The knives of feelings prodded the pieces, Poked until each piece bled

It's difficult for me to be me around him. When I feel like I am too much, I am compelled to withdraw. This happens so often. He may think I am needy but actually I just want to feel special, loved, trusted,  needed, and useful. Nothing wrong with that. When I am Powerful, I am all of this and more. But right now, I am only pained confusion. He does not understand. Is it that he is too young? I don't know. His heart is pure; he is a blind multifaceted butterfly made purely of glass. Something deep inside me tells me that his heart will never be mine, it will always be passively shared, between me and the one that could have been. My tears, they fall uncontrollably; my heart, it burns indefinitely; my thoughts, they mull  unabashedly; my emotions, they run unreservedly: is it love or lust, I will never know. But at this moment in time, I want something that is shackled to a thousand rock skeletons adorned with relic jewels. It is so far o

I open up,  Willing to receive Eager to be authentic. Quietly and intently, For guidance and truth. Strongly and vibrantly, Feelings, insights, & setbacks. Strenuously and passionately, I am right in my own rightness. Insightfully and wholesomely, Tearful and joyful pure expression. The Universe, Simplicity, truth, openness: Omnipresent. x I listen,  I receive,  I fight,  I release,  I thank,  ~ Namaste 

When you look into a mirror  What do you see? Feeling ambivalent, you hesitate: You see someone you love You see someone you tolerate You see flaws You see potential Are they not a mirror as well? A mirror of yourself? Recognising that which you see in you, Reflect carefully: this IS you... Everything you perceive in others You perceive in yourself as well... I see Radiant Love & Light I see a Powerful Being I see the whole Universe I see a Life Purpose in motion... What do you see now...... x When you look at someone else,  When I look into the mirror,  Looking again into the mirror,