CHASM

Small the hands

In mine.

Big the responsibility

Of seeing her

Safely across the chasm.

Glory

MARRIAGE

 

Marriage

Where the beautiful, blissful

Dreamy state gives way too soon

To wide awake reality

Of mounting bills, pregnancies

And worrying non-pregnancies

And donations and loans and mortgages.

Where finances and sex and sexual preferances

Seem to rule.

 

Marriage

Where the poise and grace

And character

Of a child reflects the cook, the nurse

The tailor, the teacher and various other

Roles that the mother has donned.

Or none at all -

Reflects the sagacity and sincerity

And responsibility of the father

Or none at all.

 

Marriage

Where with passing years

One learns to read, not just facial expressions

Or the atmosphere of the room,

But each other's thoughts

Across the Globe -

Where attitude during the day

Shows on the attitude in the night

When the so-called big things

That seem to matter so much during the day

Lose out to  the small, small indifferences.

 

Marriage

Where moving in different directions

Works like a spring

That pulls back - resulting in headlong collision.

Where the romantic notion of give, give, give

Soon gives way to the disillusioning reality

That it is give and take, give and take, give and take

All the way....

Where bread winner and bread maker

Work as a unit and synchronize

To make an institution work

For the betterment of some other little human being,

Putting themselves last on the list.

 

Marriage

Where flirting to gain her attention

Backfires -

Because you cannot take it when she flirts too -

Where ninety nine point nine percent does not work,

Because behind all those humdrum finances and relatives and sex

And children and mortgages and bills

Marriage is -

And always will be

Only about Love, Protection and Security.

Glory Sasikala

 

REFLECTED

Sitting still on a park bench,

Watching the placid lake,

I see the mountains and trees

And sky and clouds

And the serenity of my thoughts

Reflected.

Standing in front of a mirror,

Watching myself there,

I see the lines, the marks

And moods and character

And all that is at this time in my life

Reflected.

Standing in front of you,

And looking into your eyes,

I see the music, the fire

The dance and the ecstasy

And all the pain and joy of my love

Reflected.

Glory Sasikala

IN OUR WORLD

There is no one else

In our world -

I exist,

And he does.

There is no one

In our world

Except us.

They are talking money,

It is meaningless.

Money does not exist

In our world

I do,

And he does.

Power is what all people seek

But what is power to us

Who live to love

In our world,

Where I am,

And he is,

And no one else?

I Shouldn't Be Working On A Saturday!

Feeling the waves down at the beach,

Or at the zoo to hear the parrots screech -

Anywhere where its bright and gay,

I shouldn't be working on a Saturday.

Gazing at the office from St. Thomas Mount

Bargaining at T.Nagar and getting a discount

Checking out the hotels and joining the fray -

I shouldn't be working on a Saturday.

Going up the escalator at Spencer Plaza

A cookie and a cutlet and a cooly cool Maaza

One hand on my bag and balancing the tray

Ah, that's where I should be on a Saturday.

Or relaxing at home with a movie, books and food

Some coffee and some music - ah, I am feeling Gooood!!

And the bands and the singing and the dancing hold sway

Now you're telling me what I should be doing

On

A

Lovely

Saturday!

Glory Sasikala

BURNING

Consuming my soul is a flame
Burning, burning
Till I am nothing but a burning flame.
While the hand that lit me has long since gone,
I burn.
Frustrated with my burning,
Wanting to die out and not knowing how,
I burn.
Leaning towards the wind to be put off,
But just increasing in strength
I burn.
To what end I burn I do not know -
When it is to my benefit that I turn as cold as ice.
I pray to God to turn me into anything but this burning flame -
For with tears in my eyes and helplessly,
I burn.