Saturday, August 25, 2012

Troubairitz .....

Yes, I am Troubairitz .....
I invent my poetry ....
I write from my heart ...
I compose songs ...
I touch hearts.

I am no lame person ....
I ain't no saint either ...
I am human ..
And, human emotions I write about.

I weave dreams ...
Dreams are what I am made of..
Dreams are what I deliver ...
To every lost soul who visits me.

Friday, August 24, 2012

Dreams ....



AGNI .... in my arms ....
AGNI on my lap ...
Dreams ..... And I am dreaming my life away ....

My day begins with AGNI ....
My dusk and dawn is AGNI ....
 A sweet dream ....
About to come true ....
Motherhood beckoning me again.



Only one who has truly loved and lost ....
Can value the price of my dreams ....
Endless, seamless dreams ...
The end result of uninhibited love.

A careless whisper ....
All care to winds attitude ....
A child within ....
A dream about to come true.

Little frocks, tiny mittens ....
Gearing for a Winter child .....
Miniature sweaters and woolen socks ...
A creche' of wood ....
A melody to sing ....
A sweet lullaby .....
Baby blues ....



Sitting by the brook ....
Watching tiny fish flit in the running ....
Crystal clear water .....
I see a dream ...
I feel him within ...
Twisting ...
Letting me know ...
He is there ...
As eager to meet me ....
As I am to hold him close to my heart ....
My dream .... My AGNI.


My Red Rose Garden ......

The Garden ....
My  Red Rose Garden ...
Bleeding Red ... Roses so bright ....
Where does the colour on them come from ...
Ever heard of the Nightingale....
That thrust it's heart into a thorn ....
So the Rose that bloomed on it ...
Was a scarlet ...
The brightest Red....
The bleeding heart ....
Gave the Scarlet colour ...
The bleeding heart made the rose ...
The red rose ...
The epitome of pure and true love.

My garden blooms with roses ...
As red as my bleeding heart ...
For the thorns have embellished my heart ....
My heart ...
A sad thorny picture ...
Scarred ... bleeding ...
Yet feeding the blooming roses.

My Red Rose Garden ...
A beautiful picture ...
A sad story ....
My love story ....




An epic saga ...
To be told and retold ....
Down the ages ...
It shall remain ....
The story of true love ...
Endurance and sacrifice....
An example for all lovers ....
A story to be told ....
A fairy tale...
My Red Rose Garden ....
The thorns bleeding my heart ...
Yet the most beautiful garden ...
With the most beautiful Red Rose blooming within.

My Toys ..... Musings of a little girl ....

I still have my old toys ..... preserved ...
I still have memories .....
My toys are still as good as new ....
And guess what ?
I don't share my toys.

Once someone uses my toy ....
I discard it ....
Then IT has no place in my museum ....
But, I destroy my used toy ....
So that the other learns a lesson ....
What cannot be mine ...
Can never be theirs.

My toys are my possessions ....
They are mine to keep ...
Mine to play with ...
Mine to dress and doll up .....
The moment I sense another person's touch on it ....
My toy is of no use to me ....
But then it is of no use to anyone ...
I don't share my stuff with anyone ....
ANYONE means NO ONE ....
What can not be mine ....
Can NEVER be another's....

My Toys are my life ...
They reflect my choice ....
My Toys define me .....
My Toys pacify the child within me .....
My Toys are mine ....
They are exclusive ....
Different from others toys ...
They have always been so ....
And, I don't share my TOYS.

Soon, I shall be blessed with a new TOY ....
And, it shall be mine forever ....
Let you be warned .....
Stay away from my new TOY ....
Lest you try to snatch it from me ...
I shall ..... You know what ....
I don't need to spell it out ....
I just need to do the needful....
Coz' I don't share my TOYS ...
By now, you are well aware of the fact.....
I don't need to spell it for you....
My TOYS are mine and mine ONLY.

How would you feel ....
If I snatched your TOY from you ?
SO, Beware .....
Maintain your distance ....
Hold your tongue ...
Coz' Children can be very cruel ...
Especially, if their territories are tread upon ....
So, know it for sure ....
Am in no mood to share ....
My TOYS are mine ONLY ....
Lest you forget .....
Remember, recent events ...
There can be more such incidents ....
And, you wouldn't know where to hide...
Hide yourself and your TOY ....
Else, I shall come get your TOY ...
and, I don't use USED TOYS ....
I dump them in garbage bins ....
Coz' that's where they belong.....
TRASH .....

CHUCKY!!!!!