MONSOON YEARNINGS

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“A Tale of the Longing that arrives with the Monsoons”

The morning is dark yet refreshing.

The clouds thundering above me.

Sitting outside in the open I am thinking of you,

As the rain drops fall upon my skin;

I imagine you in them,

They sear my skin with a burning passion,

As they trickle down my body,

And serenade me.

 

The afternoon is cold,

There is silence everywhere,

Except for the soft pitter patter of raindrops.

I am on my bed listening to the sounds when,

There is a sudden urge to hold you.

Despite knowing you aren’t here,

I want to touch you.

The bedsheets crumple beneath my hands,

As I claw at them,

Calling out your name;

Disturbing the peace of the scene.

Those hidden desires resurface again,

The delirious moans and the whispers that follow,

With a mere imagination of your presence,

Titillate me to the core,

Driving me insane.

 

In the evening I feel spent and tired,

I sit outside again,

Staring at the mist settling upon the hills beyond.

They look so beautiful, I want to capture them,

Wishing I could share the landscape with you.

 

The night arrives bright and ethereal,

The moon shining upon me,

A velvety blanket of stars surrounding it.

It looks crystal clear yet hides the night’s enigma underneath..

I remember your love for the nights and smile,

As I realized I have fallen for you and it has been a while.

 

Memories come rushing through and I am reminded of the time with you,

The sky still remains the only constant that we share,

As another day of the Monsoons passes,

With me yearning for you.

 

 

All Rights Reserved. Vanya Rajwar.

The Soul’s UrgeĀ©|2018

ETERNITY

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“A Short Tale of a Lifetime of Romance”

 

When I am with him,

I don’t want him to look at another woman longingly,

Wishing it had worked out with her.

 

Instead I want to be the woman,

He can look right into the eye,

And thank his stars that it never worked out with others.

I want to be the woman,

Who is recognized by his heart and soul,

As the one;

Who has loved him Eternally,

And will stand by him through Eternity.

 

 

All Rights Reserved. Vanya Rajwar.

The Soul’s UrgeĀ©|2018

TERRITORY

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“The Tale of the Submission of an Alpha”

No, she was not waiting for a knight in shining armor,

Neither was she on a lookout for a Prince Charming;

Nor did she want the moons and stars.

All she craved for was a real man who could dare to date a strong, independent woman,

Someone who had the mettle to tolerate her stubborness,

A man bold enough to correct her if she was wrong;

She wanted a man who was proud to call her his own,

A man who accepted her for who she was.

An Alpha as she was,

Fierce, Stable and Wild;

She never expected to find such a guy.

But she got a lot more when he arrived on the scene,

A man who questioned her dominance at every stage.

She never feared the fire as she was one herself,

But with him everything was different.

Her confidence wavered for the very first time,

It still does whenever she is around him.

She became a nervous wreck,

And The butterflies he gave her;

Made even her words lose track.

He was a man who loved all shades of her,

And her darker shades intrigued him even more.

She clearly acknowledged his dominance,

And understood her defiance was in vain.

But the hostile Alpha inside,

Refused to be tamed,

It kept testing her mate;

Trying to hurt him every few miles,

Just to make her submission seem Worthwhile.

When he refused to budge,

Even the Alpha got hooked,

The fact that got her addicted to him;

He knew how lethal she was,

Yet had the audacity to mark her as his TERRITORY.

 

 

All Rights Reserved. Vanya Rajwar.

The Soul’s UrgeĀ©|2018

 

 

FLY

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“A Tale of A Woman answering those people who can’t bear to see her FLYING against Societal Norms”

I am not afraid to be the ugly duckling,

Being called different is what I find pleasing,

I don’t follow your societal norms,

So don’t judge me in accordance to your thoughts.

Don’t pass judgements on me,

Because I might look up to people,

For what they have gone through for me;

But you are not allowed to decree,

That I am a shadow to thee.

Shadows in relationships is what society decides,

I don’t follow those binds,

I am a personality that is unique on my own,

I don’t care what others think,

To each his own.

Don’t underestimate my achievements,

If I don’t show doesn’t mean I don’t know,

I can read your psyche well,

But till I don’t reach the levels I want to attain,

I will still keep my head calm and at an even pace.

Don’t think I am dying of neglect,

Please keep such thoughts to yourself,

Kids crave for the pampering and attention,

Heads turnĀ  at a mature woman’s mere mention.

Just because I don’t fall in your circle,

Doesn’t mean I don’t have the ability to create a furore;

I am a raging storm kept under marvellous control inside,

Introverted I might be but you don’t want the tempest to reach outside,

It has the ability to destroy you if you collide.

You can call me ice cold or a burning fury,

It is a complex task to read me;

So refrain from stereotyping me.

Don’t blame me for sometimes letting it out,

I am not walking the path you pave,

I am in search for new horizons,

Don’t decide my acumen,

With your preconceived notions.

Don’t bring me onĀ edge with your taunts,

Hurting people is not my goal;

It is not my clothes, behaviour or my past decisions

that define me all,

Showing me your shrewdness on that basis,

Proves your thought process shallow.

Don’t blame me for taking a stand,

I am not you,

And I am not scared of relaying this fact to you;

My perception and wisdom have a different take than yours,

Don’t try to fit them under your opinions and beliefs.

You haven’t been through the turmoil I have,

I keep everything under wraps,

There are a lot many things that have put me to test,

In the darker nights you weren’t present.

I don’t want to live in the past,

There are reasons I never look back,

I have changed a lot over the years,

You might not have noticed.

Ā I knowĀ who I am through and through,

That’s something you need to clearly know,

I am a Queen with her own choices;

I know the people who will stand by me are few,

That is the reason I keep my profile low.

I have escaped from the snares of the time gone by,

Don’t make me revisit it by bringing it up time and again.

I know how your mindĀ is going to work,

So No this poem is not frustration being vented out,

It is not a tale of a rebel child who needs to mature;

This is just to make you understand that time has taken a toll,

I am not the girl you used to know,

I am a woman with dreams and goals,

A lady who knows her mettle,

And is not afraid to voice her opinions.

Now,

All I want in life is to soar high,

Because my wings were made to FLY.

 

 

All Rights Reserved. Vanya Rajwar.

The Soul’s UrgeĀ©|2018

 

WHERE IS CHAOS?

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“A Bizzare Tale of the Dreamland”

It was a weird dream I saw,

Today in the morning at four.

There was a small black panther traversing my dreamland,

I caught him and covered him with a cloth;

I wanted to protect him from this brutal world.

There was a bridge which I carried him across,

Cradled in my arms like a baby,

I just wanted to take him home.

There were policemen standing at the bridge’s end,

And they wouldn’t let me into the main city,

With anything suspicious in hand,

I had no other optionĀ  but to tell them the whole scene,

I was going to but somehow he slipped out of my grasp.

He entered the city and created a lot of hue and cry,

I ran after him remembering I had sworn to protect him,

I found him running for his life afraid of the din and noise,

I caught him by the neck and cradled him again,

As I took him home that night.

A weirder scene met me at home,

My mother was cooking in the kitchen,

And a tigress was polishing her nails sitting at the door;

My mother treated it like it had always existed,

And I paid it as much attention as I do to my pet dogs.

I brought the Panther inside and named him CHAOS,

Due to the furore created by him,

Amongst the people of the city.

I caressed my other pets andĀ  went to get food for Chaos;

A bizarre sight awaited me when I reached the kitchen,

The tigress was licking her well painted nails,

And the color was a bright red.

She also wore studs and a necklace,

Which shone in the luminous light of the kitchen bulb.

I found some milk for Chaos and with a bowl in hand,

I went in search for him but nowhere was he found,

I searched inside and outside but I had lost him,

At the end I was all stricken and panicked,

I was still asking,

“Where is Chaos?”

By this time I woke up from this vivid dream,

But it was stuck in my head the whole day.

Trying to make sense out of this fantastical dream,

The question still revolves in my head,

A sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach and my heart in flutters,

Whenever I ask, “Where is Chaos?”

 

All Rights Reserved. Vanya Rajwar.

The Soul’s UrgeĀ©|2018

 

 

 

 

 

MILES

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“A Tale of a Bond which is Boundless”

IĀ  am the first rays of the sun as they touch you in the morning,

I am the cool breeze that provides you solace,

Under the scorching afternoon sun.

I am in the trees that provide you shade,

I am also the whistling wind that passes through them,

Calming your nerves when you are in unrest.

I am the raindrops falling from the sky,

Which soothe your distressed spirit.

I am the waves of the oceans and the seas,

When you stand and they come lapping at your feet,

I am the sound of the gushing currents,

Which you hear while traversing them.

Ā I am the sweat on your brow,

As you strive towards a steady growth;

I am the blood that seeps out from the injuries you incur,

on the path of progression.

I am the evenings that cool you down,

after a hard day’s work;

I am the moon that looks upon you night after night,

Watching you bear the pain inside,

As you advance in life.

I am the tears that fall from your eyes,

When you feel lost.

I am the shadow that always remains with you,

Even when you are treading in solitude.

I am the soul that pulsates inside you,

A reminder that even with the MILES between us,

You are not on this journey alone.

 

 

 

All Rights Reserved. Vanya Rajwar.

The Soul’s UrgeĀ©|2018

 

EGO & DISTANCE

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“A Tale of Distance playing the Devil again”

It was harsh for me to see them breaking down,

He wanted to pretend he was happy,

And she appeared to be smiling too.

I was stuck in the middle of this pretense,

Not knowing what to do?

 

She wanted me to talk to him,

Telling him that she wasn’t suitable for him;

He wanted me to distract him,

As hearing about her,

Pricked him to the core.

 

Their love had blossomed right in front of me,

It was a bitter blow to me,

Watching them drifting apart;

I watched upon helpless,

As my words were deemed useless and couldn’t play their part.

 

As I heard her voice over the call,

Her voice wavering at every word,

Trying to hold the emotions in.

He wanted to free her off the shackles,

Thinking she wanted this all along.

The promises of eternal love,

On the path shaping into matrimony,

Got lost somewhere as the journey came to a grievous ending.

 

She wanted to apologize,

But kept hunting for the words to do so,

He wanted to make amends

But he was tired of trying every time.

Each waited for the other to regret

And the feelings came to a distressing end.

 

I looked upon feeling powerless,

A mere spectator as two lovers were wrenched apart,

I saw them fading away;

As Ego became the Ditch again,

The Distance had played the Devil yet again.

 

 

All Rights Reserved. Vanya Rajwar.

The Soul’s UrgeĀ©|2018

 

 

 

 

WE

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“A Tale of Eternally Bound Souls”

The time moved stealthily on the astral plane.

Our souls sat on the banks of a calm river listening to it’s constant flow.

I looked at you as you stared into the distance;

Trying to disentangle the chaos in your head.

Our life journeys have always been in synchronicity,

I could feel the intense turmoil of painful emotions your soul was undergoing;

I had been there before and could feel it surging inside me again through you.

 

I wanted to tell you that I was a reflection of you,

I wanted you to know,

The beauty you saw in me was a mirror to what lay in your depth,

Under the raging whirlwinds of despair;

But not a word did I utter.

 

I simply intertwined my hands with yours,

My fingers lacing through yours,

Filling the gaps in between them;

Staring into the distance with you,

Letting the silence speak for itself.

 

We are still living in that plane sitting on those very banks,

Knowing it will take time.

I will wait for you to healĀ  but those entwined hands in that quiet solitude,

Will be a reminder to you;

You won’t be alone,

As you heal your wounded self and make a steady progress.

 

The souls on that astral plane know,

There is no ME in this union,

It is either YOU or WE.

 

 

 

All Rights Reserved. Vanya Rajwar.

The Soul’s UrgeĀ©|2018