A Tale of a Woman Numbed with Love but who refuses to Compromise in Love
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All Rights Reserved. Vanya Rajwar.
The Soul’s Urge©|2019
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SOCIALLY ERRATIC
“A Small Tale of a Socially Erratic Person”
It makes me wonder sometimes,
In this world of Social Media and Fame,
Where each moment is documented online,
The Social Sites a place for jotting all the precious times of our lives,
It leaves me to wonder every time,
“Where the Socially Erratic, Socially Impaired and Ambiverts fit in”?
They too are people, mystical souls, untouched by the social media syndrome,
As the best moments in their life shine bright in their memories,
And have not been lived and shared online.
P.S.: Just leaves me to wonder about the exceptions. This is not against anyone. It is a great thing to be socially active as it is a huge platform of expression.
All Rights Reserved. Vanya Rajwar.
The Soul’s Urge©|2018
MILES
“A Tale of a Bond which is Boundless”
I 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.
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 Urge©|2018
EGO & DISTANCE
“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 Urge©|2018
WE
“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 heal 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 Urge©|2018
TSAR
“A short Tale about the Ruler of the Mind, Heart, Body & Soul”
The Fury of the tempest reminds me,
of the Raging Storm inside me;
The one causing the Turmoil,
is oblivious to it.
He is the TSAR,
of my Mind, Heart, Body and Soul;
The longing for him is,
what the Romanians call DOR.
All Rights Reserved. Vanya Rajwar.
The Soul’s Urge©|2018
CORE
“An Ode to the Iron woman of my Life: My Mother”
She is tenacious and she is bold,
She is the CORE strength of my being.
She is freedom, she is care,
She is the woman who lets my wilderness, freely flow;
As she believes adventure is a way of finding your soul.
She is my backbone, she is my pillar,
She has been my crutch through my failures.
She is a teacher and sometimes a friend
yet both of us stay at loggerheads.
The dynamics of our relationship are such,
Like a lion and a bull coming in touch.
We remain calmly in each other’s domain,
but a slight ignition awakens the Alphas in us;
And makes all hell raise.
We both revel in nature,
We tend to loose ourselves in it.
Travel is how we find solace,
The only time when there are no tussels;
And we match each other’s pace.
I never express much,
I have never been the kind.
It is in my anatomy I say;
As lesser display of affection,
is something from you that I have imbibed.
Our turbulent connection is one of a kind,
But that is exactly how we bind.
I have changed over the years,
It took you long to realise;
And I know it still leaves you frustrated at times.
Till now you had been in search,
of the impression of your innocent child;
Which you were never able to find.
I have countless flaws,
Never have I been the perfect child;
Still you have stood by me through it all.
Cold and callous I have been called,
Yet what I have put you through,
brings tears to my eyes;
I want to apologize for all my wrongs.
Life has tested you time and again,
I had been watching it since chidhood;
but it was when the harsh realities of life made sense,
that the hurdles you faced, I understood.
I am a practical person as you very well know,
so I rarely say the phrase;
I love and admire you,
For me you are a divine entity in play.
Wonderwoman, Superwoman, I have seen them all;
I can see their personification,
when my eyes, upon you, I lay.
I try to respect and love you through my actions,
yet my piercing words make everything go astray.
I know your heart is all embracing and forgiving,
yet I want to apologize for all the things said and done;
your blessings and never ending support for the road ahead is all I ask.
All Rights Reserved. Vanya Rajwar.
The Soul’s Urge©|2018
