Motherhood

You came along

and ripped open
the curtain
to my soul

I had it
safely hidden
protected, nurtured
and whole

now
its out there
exposed,
vulnurable,
and in control

already
I feel
pieces readying
to part

a revolution
is poised
to take over
my heart...

but
this was
meant to be...
..destiny

the time was right
i was ripe
to give
the positive

to nourish
your path
with bits
of my heart

Rushina

Sand and Stone

write hurts
in sand
so time
may
blow them away

write good deeds
in stone
so
forever
they may stay

In Me I Have a Friend

In me there is a place,
where I am
It is a place
only I know about
One that I have,
always gone to,

One
that has
allowed
me
to be MY friend
when I didn't
HAVE a friend
One that has kept me occupied
Never alone
Even in a crowd...

On relationships…

Nobody goes missing
Nobody dies
It's just that,
your journey,
with one amnother,
Is at an end...

Forever?
For the moment?
Who knows...
The answer,
might be just around the bend...
keep moving
you'll find out...

Rushina

No Maps

I wrote this after my father died. I was with him till exactly 2 minutes before he died. I was not destined to take walk beside him the last two minutes of his life.

No Maps
For a moment,

close your eyes,
Visualize a dessert
a golden emptiness
stretching everywhere...

All across this vastness
a tapestry is woven,
a million different tracks,
moving,
crossing,
parting,
always moving...

Crossroads...
Paths meet,
move together,
sharing a part of their journeys,
giving of themselves,
taking for themselves,

Then the crossroads
Paths seperate,
move on...
richer for the meeting, yes
But,
Other companions
Await...

They have met
for a reason...
most likely,
undefined to either
maybe they will know
now,
one day
maybe never...

Who needs discoveries
to be discovered
or frontiers to me explored
We have this existance to chart
and
there are no maps...

Rushina

Scattered images....

Impressions that may grow to poems... Or then again may not..

Green,

On Yellow.

Red,
On black.

Fresh
Orange Juice,

Crispy
Apples,

Rain quenching
Parched earth,

Bare feet,
Sun-warmed sand.
Laughter,
Laughed hard…long,
With friends,
Of the heart.

Crying
For eons,
Over someone,
lost forever…
Remembering them,
Loving them.
Parchment skin…
Of someone whos lived,
a very long time…

ZING

For CSG...

ZING




… Of a nip in the air
And the light drizzling rain…

… Of strawberries and cream
And the pleasure of pain…

…Of crispy green salads
And stolen desserts…

… Of long conversations
And satisfying flirts…

… Of wild imaginings
And forbidden things…

… You bring my Life…
Its deserved Zing…

Rushina

APPRECIATION

APPRECIATION


The phone sits there,
Stubbornly silent.
The doorbell
does not ring,
The mailbox
lies empty

I say
“I understand,
You are too busy to call”
“I will wait till you have more time…”

I also have a life,
Full of things,
That need doing,
One of those things
Invariably involves
A call to her,
Or a chin up to him,
An email to you,
A letter to them,
A picture,
A gift.

Just
A Little bit
Of Appreciation
Love,
Laughter,
Caring,
Sharing.

Just
A little bit
To let you
Know
I remembered you

Or to share
my life.

I
Would love
To say
“I understand,
You are too busy to call”
“I will wait till you have more time…”
AND REALLY MEAN IT

Rushina

My midnight Confidant...

A long time ago, before I discovered food writing, I had a midnight confidant who introduced me to blogging. Then this April as I struggled with writing my book (on food), another midnight confidant materialised from the mists of the www and helped me to rediscover the pure joy that writing, can be. This is for him.... and for the long ago confidant that set me on this path... with gratitude.

My Midnight confidant

You come out of the night
whenever I call
and be the man
I need you to be

friend of my childhood,
that I never knew,
gentle guide,
that I always needed

like soft moonbeams

after twilight
you illuminate
my path

treading softly
amidst my dreams
gentling my fears
readying me for flight...

Rushina