Thursday, August 21, 2008

Tomorrow


Tomorrow.. i promised myself,
tomorrow I will be fine,
because today isn't my day,
yesterday left me stranded to lick my wounds,
wounds from lost battles I fought to win,
fighting losing battles is my forte.
I wore my armour before I marched forth for that skirmish,
the skirmish I had replayed over and over again in my head.
My armour covered me but my poor heart was left open, unprotected.
Tomorrow.. I promised myself,
tomorrow I will replace my shattered heart.

© 2008 Jyothi Samarthi

Saturday, February 9, 2008

The Impatient Unemployed


Don't make me wait
Have you no mercy?
You are eating into my life
Have you no consideration?
Who gives you rights?
Don't make me count the minutes
I will surely miss a beat
Don't make me seeth in anger
Don't make me grind my teeth
I hate sitting on the edge of my seat
Waiting for my name to be called
I hate biting my lips in anticipation
I hate to be in this state of appall
I'm my time's master
And I will spare none for you
Why make me wait
When you have nothing to do?
So I'm leaving now
I'll never come back again
You can sit and wait for me forever
Then you will understand my pain....hmmph!

So saying, off she went!! impatient and yet still unemployed!!

© 2008 Jyothi Samarthi

Saturday, January 26, 2008

Abstinence


~Abstinence~
{for the healthy, wealthy and wise, for longevity, for illness-free lives}

How now to hold my horses?
Sweaty brows, my thumbs are twiddling
I'm in a fix, how now to ignore the forces
which are mercilessly driving me to commit a diddling

Oh bother! A nervous wreck I may become
if I don't control that incessant urge
Petrified I step back heaving my heavy bosom
With a heavy hand I clutch my heart and feel a surge

The all too familiar aroma slashed the air
rose up and swiveled towards where I stood
beckoned me with it's invisible pair
of arms that encircled me forming a hood

My heart lurched, fear gripped my soul
Will I break the promise? Will I fail?
Will this manifestation of gluttony arrest me from reaching my goal?
Will I be imprisoned once again in that self-loathing jail?

The oodles of flesh on my body quivered
reminding me of the shame, disgust and alarm
I felt at the reflection on my mirror staring back and I shivered
Still fighting the menacing whiff from doing me harm

I closed my eyes and shut it all out
The platter, the odor, the rich sight of food
"I don't need you... leave me alone!!" I shout
I'm fat and unhealthy and it is just not good!

You dare to mock me, you dare to beckon
You dare to set upon me the forces
You think I cannot do this I reckon
I dare say I can, I will abstain I will hold my horses!

Jyothi Samarthi
Copyright © 2008

Wednesday, January 16, 2008

Pawsitivity


~Pawsitivity~

What do I know of misery,
of loneliness, hunger pangs,
of fights for survival or unhealed wounds?
Do those blood-sucking mites know of my existence?
Perhaps not, cause they feed on parched bodies in yonderland.
Lands I have never been a witness of, I have been protected,
by hands which picked me up when I knew not of my existence.
My destiny was shaped. I was fed and well-taken care of.
Back-rubs and playmates, never-ending tales of family times
Laughter and mirth are my cues to roll over or give them my best beady-eyed stare
to ooze cuteness, to bring forth the child in them.
Sometimes I sit by this windowsill , wondering about those doggoned mutts,
of their existence in yonderland, of their pain, thirst, hunger and loveless life.
I thank my serendipity, I am grateful for those hands that picked me up
for the gentle touch, the scratch behind my ears, the loving eyes, the familiar voices,
make me forget the doleful eyes that peered at me, through the rusted iron gate,
the gate behind which lies a secret, a land I have been forbidden, protected from..
Yonderland, the land of the doggone mutts.....


Jyothi Samarthi
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