O Loneliness

By Bhuvi M

I get up in the morning,

Alone in the bed;

I glance all around,

To find there is no one,

To say good day;

I pull myself to start afresh,

As I stride through,

The daily chores;

As I talk to myself,

Ahead the day seems bore.

 

I leave the house,

My heart ekes out,

With the loneliness,

Seeded deep within;

I walk to work slowly,

On the way I see,

People with smile,

Seemingly happy ways;

Are they all not,

Lone as always!!

My Head Yields

By Bhuvi M

I met her for the first time on a sultry summer afternoon. She was sitting in the couch and trying to read. Her face revealed a different story. In her thoughts she was wandering somewhere distant. Seeing me in the room, she kept the book aside. I sat in the sofa across her.

I asked her, “Will you like to have some tea or coffee?”

She said, “No nothing. I just need your help?”

I asked “What brings you here?”

She tried speaking, “I don’t want to lose my battle of life.”

I could hear a single line though incessant sobs and incoherent voice. Offering a glass of cold water, I asked her to make comfortable in the couch. After taking a sip of water she tried speaking again.

Her eyes over brimmed with tears, she choked again, in her semi audible voice she said, “I’m shattered, I’ve lost so much, I’ve nothing to look forward to in life. I need your help. I don’t want to let it go so easily”

Sure, I said. “I’m here to help you. You need to tell me what issues are you facing?”

She asked, “Can I see one of you today itself? My concerns are complicated. It will be helpful if I meet someone senior.”

I said, “I’ll have to assess you today, discuss your areas of concern with the panel then one of us will get attached to you. We will then help you in baby steps. Someone from office will call you up and fix a session for you next week. The sessions for today are already booked.”

She said, “I don’t know if I’ll survive. I’ve no one around. I can’t share things at home.”

I said, “Let’s talk. You will feel better. We will find out a way.”

She started speaking. She mentioned that she had comes from a very renowned, rich educated family, has been a good student, is single, has worked for more than one and a half decade, has achieved everything with an effort, lost her job twice in two years, has seen her own share of life, has recently lost her father, is not working at the moment, has no one to look up to, has lost in relationships, always wanted to marry but couldn’t till now, with time it is becoming more difficult, there is no sense of achievement from any quarter.

“It’s complex,” she said, “so many of things at the same time. Don’t know where to begin with.”

I asked, “What is the immediate trigger which brings you to us.”

She choked and said, “It’s complicated. I need to resolve it. I can’t take it anymore. My head yields.”

A clear case in need of psychological counseling, I promised her to meet next week. I said, “Hope you are able to sleep. Just hold on for a few more days. We will start the session next week”

She nodded her head, wiped her tears and tried giving me a smile. She was attractive, with very sharp features, more than an average Indian girl. We ended this first meeting with a promise to meet coming week. And here started a long term association with one of the most wonderful people I’d come across in life. May God bless her and keep her peace intact is my wish straight from heart.

Mirage of Life

By Bhuvi M

It seems to exist,
Evades you soon,
You try to chase,
It tries to fool.

Gives you hope,
To move ahead,
Shining jewel,
The end is dead.

Heart and mind,
Both trusts still,
Though soul sits,
On window sill.

Beautiful bird,
Just wants to fly,
To breathe at ease,
Up in the sky.

No bondage,
No feeling,
Neither crying,
Nor Pain.

Till born again,
Born again,
Elusive mirage,
Feel the pain.

Dedicated to an Unknown Relationship

By Bhuvi M

This Saturday morning I got up late. Idling time 
in bed,I wanted to be near you; hold your hand, 
sit and just smile. I don’t know who you are but
I’m sure you are somewhere. The day seemed 
promising ahead. Happy myself, I picked up my 
writing board and wrote:

He will be the man,
I’ll love the most;
In a corner of the world,
He does exist;
One day I will,
Come across.

The glint of the eyes,
Gait of the walk;
A peck, a hug,
The way we stand,
For each other,
Feelings reflected.

With time fondness grows,
No matter,
Differences we have.
Amidst obligations,
And life situations;
Love and understanding grows.

The feelings deepens,
It needs an effort;
Mundane it may get,
There are ways,
To make it of interest;
I promise; I’ll do.

(Dedicated to an Unknown Relationship)

Tears

By Bhuvi M

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At the edge of the eyes gleams drop of tear,

Bright & shining as ever, it is without fear;

It rolls down the cheek with lots of feeling,

Leaves mind fresh and heart healing.

 

A modest beginning from deep sorrow in heart,

It moves up as lump in the throat;

Over brimming through the eyes,

Leaving a heart so light, soon it flies.

 

Is it a pearl or diamond, I need to ask,

That begets from dirt & murk;

The lightness it leaves behind,

Heaves the heart and lightens the mind.

 

Strong emotions drown in a small drop,

Cleanse the soul, soon the feelings flip-flop;

Darling to devour endless pain,

Gives a moment to be bright again.