Archive | January 2012

Bluebird

: Ienla

Bluebird on the treetop,

Come, fly down to me

Perch on my shoulders,

Don’t hop away.

Bluebird on the treetop,

Come, fly down to me

Sing me your happy tune,

Don’t leave my side.

Bluebird on the treetop,

Come, fly down to me

Beneath the sunny blue skies,

Teach me your happy strain.

Bluebird on the treetop,

Come, fly down to me

Perch on my Shoulders,

Stay by my side.

Bluebird on the treetop,

Won’t you fly down to me?

Perch on my shoulders

And let’s sing, you and I.

Mother

: ienla

Under the summer noon’s harsh light,

A mother cradles her child to feed

Holds him to suckle at her breast

To soothe, the whimpering cries.

A small bundle yet, it is the world;

Dear than her life.

The world unseeingly pass by

She gazes on and in

The limpid pool of her eyes

Her hopes and fears reflect.

In an instant gone,

Overcome, by a mother’s love.

Empty spaces

                                                                                       : Ienla

Empty room, empty spaces;

Cold and empty- the heart!

Your presence is now an illusion.

Once you were there,

Filled the sacred space with love? I wonder.

Every word of yours dripped honey,

Believable.

The emptiness echoes

Of past memories

And half forgot melodies.

Reminds me of legends,

One hears and remains unforgotten.

Your silhouette that falls,

An extension of my memory,

Springing from the hollows

Of empty spaces left behind.

Empty room, empty spaces;

Cold and empty- the heart!

Woman : Ienla

If I ask anything of you

Don’t think me weak I’m not.

I may in strength be unequal to you,

So decreed nature and I’ve no clue.

 

Out of Adam’s rib Eve was created,

A mate – God deemed fit;

Not to be lorded or wronged,

To be but loved and kept.

 

Subdued for ages; I’ve lived,

Borne every misery flung-

Silent, as an unfortunate’s dead

Shrouded in cold and left unsung.

 

I’ve striven to fend for ages,

Injustice spewing forth-

Warped ego in spurts of rages,

Man’s effort to shatter my worth.

 

I live glorious lives just as well

As lives contemptible-

Unwaveringly I stand- lofty still;

For, my passions remain inextinguishable.

 

I am worth more than you attribute,

In your weakness my strength manifests,

Even when irresolute

Your question on me rests.

 

Everyday I live to rise

Beyond limitations placed,

And every step I take, unties-

The bonds that keeps me chained.

 

Know this; I am just as strong,

Though wounded, nothing breaks me easy.

My life is a beautiful song,

Of the woman you are blind to see.