This year of living...lovingly

Life isn't brutish and short at all

Hubris & half truths that we've been sold

Short and beautiful -- and therein contained

The fount of our grand tragedy

Gushing so much I can hardly embrace

Fully all that I was meant to

So many hills and winds to glide upon

So many lives and worlds to woo

Perhaps this shortness is the honey it instills,

The price heightened cause it passes so soon

So much love packed in I can hardly sit still

Even though so few - the precious few - that I even matter to!

---

reena

july 18 2014...

pondering this sweetness of my so very few...and they are the world...

Blink of an eye

This month will simply fly on by
It's sweetness drained in the blink of an eye
I know it still, I hold it close
I feel the blessings on my brow

I have been here and know this time
Embracing the love and those who are mine
Yet the fear of loss lives right next door
I catch, I grasp, I clutch it close

So much, so full I know it well
This feeling that overcomes my head
My heart bursting every way
This love too big to contain

Brimming with gratitude complete
Such fortune, my stars replete
I wonder if I did some good
A previous karma that came to fruit!

Banish

You think your happiness so precarious
One stumble would knock it down
A tenuous connection could be cut
And you'd be lost again

But life has brought you to a different plane
Foundations uncompromised have been laid
The rocks that hold you in your place
Are here to stay and carry you

So come what may and it surely will
You will meet it on terms all yours
You'll hurt perhaps and the tears will come
But the destruction will only go so deep! 

small hands

i've seen those eyes brim over with love
i've felt the warmth of her little arms
i've kissed her sleeping forehead with tears
is it possible to see a greater god?

her hands are growing as is her gaze
she gives me hints of glories to come
and worries me when i see pain
but promise i will let her set the terms

this flourishing we are bound to witness
even as we fuss and fear, stand ready at watch
i know i signed up for a helpless plan
to water, to shade, to simply stand at guard

When...

When you come back
Can I cry in your arms
Tell you my woes
Sing you my fears

When you come back
Will you hold me close
Will you let me tell you
Of my hardest fights

When you come back
Will you give me permission
To ask for what's mine
What you take away and go

When you come back
Will you promise to not
Make me feel I ask for too much
Demand what's not mine

When you come back
Will you promise to listen
Even when I struggle to say
How I miss even at my best

When you come back....

promise

the sun owes none
no promises made 
only a bright light 
that pulls me to him 
i get too close
and my flesh burns
my heart shrinks
from his cruel heat
so bright 
i try to hold it close 
the stench of smoke
of a burning past
no promises made
and fewer kept
yet i lie awake and wait for you 
one day you'll see my fire small 
that burns one way, all day
and only for you...

-Reena
sometime in 2011

Don't know where this comes from but it writes itself...some days! A song (ab to hai tumse har khushi apni...) about being in love with a famous yet angry man, some lyrics, a book, a story, a reverie anything can set off these words that must find a way...

fire

A tiny piece of heaven
Unbeknownst we were given
And when the stars align
Gather up their shine
This world is lit, alive
My best and yours, we thrive
Don't turn, why won't you stay?
For even heavens they waste away
Perhaps I ask too much
Too many fences keep us
Wrapped in a world of binds
We pretend but inexorable & blind
Ephemeral as a bird's sweet song
You ask if we even belong
Yes we do, this is ours -- meant to be!
Here! take these eyes! don't you see?


-reena

Nov 11, 2013