Revelation

I stood on my balcony,

Looking up at the sky,

Up at the beautiful moon

Who was shining so bright.

She smiled gracefully down at me,

Erasing all my worries.

It filled me from head to toe

With a divine and serene calm.

Her sons and daughters, the beautiful stars,

Stood by their mother, twinkling merrily.

They seemed to be playing a silent game with me,

And I played along, smiling gently.

It was in this perfect moment,

While I was surrounded only by beauty,

That I felt that everything would be alright;

That everything would work out eventually for me.

The moon seemed proud of my newfound revelation,

For she beamed, brighter than before.

The stars, sensing their mother’s happiness,

Twinkled and danced even more.

I walked back into my room,

Satisfied with everything I had.

I laid my head down on my soft pillow,

Knowing life couldn't be so bad. 

-Rhea. B

13.12.2008

Reminiscence

The tears have dried up now,

But my heart is still heavy.

I think of the past, when

Life seemed so easy.

How I long for those years now,

When we were young and carefree;

When all problems and fights revolved

Around stolen dolls and learning ABC.

When did life stop being so easy?

When did we stop laughing all day?

When did we start caring so much

About what others have to say?

I sit and ponder over these thoughts,

I know not what to do.

How do I learn to live again,

And start everything anew?

The only thing that keeps me going

Is the promise of hope in the air.

All I have to do is move on now,

And try not to care...

-Rhea. B

18.11.2008

Falling Apart

Okay, this is a recent poem I came up with. Actually, it's more of a song, and it's from a guy's perspective. I actually wrote this for a story, but I decided to put it up here as well, as another poem of mine.

Baby, I know I was the one who left you,
But that didn't mean I stopped loving you too.
Girl, all I needed was a little time,
Tell me, was that such a terrible crime?
But baby, you had to go and break my heart,
And now I'm completely falling apart.
Why do you do this to me?
Why can't you just let me be?


You made a promise to me, your face aglow,
That you would never leave me, never let go.
I thought we'd have a future to look to,
And maybe one day we'd be saying, "I do."
But baby, you went and broke my heart,
And now I'm completely falling apart.
Why do you do this to me?
Why can't you just let me be?


What went wrong? What did we miss?
How did it all come down to this?
Now comes the hard part, where I move on,
Breaking what we had, our beautiful bond.
Oh baby, why did you go and break my heart?
Don't you see how completely I'm falling apart?

-Rhea. B
10.05.2008

A Silver Jubilee of Memories

It's all those memories that count-
The happy and the sad ones,
The pleasant and the unpleasant,
That build the foundation of your marriage.


It's all those memories that count-
From the small things, like
Cheering Dad up by poking and teasing him,
Or nursing Mum when she falls sick;
To the bigger things, like
Helping each other out in times of crisis,
Or being the first to apologize after a big fight-
These are what make your marriage work.


It's all those memories that count-
The subtle things you do for each other, everyday,
Without asking for any repayment-
These are the memories that count,
That keep your love alive.


It's all those memories that count-
All those times when you look ready to eat each other alive,
Or when you argue over the silliest things;
And all those other times,
The times that count,
When you seem like the perfect couple.


So, through all these years
Of loving, laughing,
Fighting, and forgiving,
It will always be love that matters,
And it will always be the memories that count.

-Rhea. B
07.07.08
(On my parent's anniversary)

Letter

It's a bright new day.
I haven't slept all night long,
And my whole body aches to sleep.
But I cannot do so.


My eyelids feel heavy,
But I cannot close them.
Something's keeping me awake,
But I know not what it is.
I drag myself out of bed,
Searching for clues around the house.
I search all day long,
But nothing triggers a mental reaction.

Then the doorbell rings-
It's a postman holding a letter for me.
It's a letter from him.
I take the letter and rip it open,
Eager to read his familiar handwriting.


He talks of his life at the border,
The flurry of activities, the constant threat of war.
He says he has made many friends,
Friends who would die for each other.
Then he tells me not to worry about him,
Because he's not letting me go anytime soon.
He tells me again how much he loves me,
How much he misses me.
He ends his letter with the words,
"Don't worry, love. I'm coming home soon."


I read the letter about a hundred times in my bed,
Running my fingers over the words,
Memorizing them.
Then, smiling, I fall into a peaceful sleep.

-Rhea. B

15.11.07

Memories

Remember the time when you ruined my hairdo,

And got shouted at by my mother?

You had to take a comb and fix my hair,

Just as it was before.

You had no idea what you had to do,

But still you attempted your best.

And even though I ended up looking like a poodle,

I appreciated your effort.

Remember the times you teamed up with my brother,

And teased me till I would cry?

I would bawl till someone came to attend to me,

And then shout at both of you.

Achieving that, my tears would mysteriously dry up,

And a smile would light my face.

Now even though the teasing, crying and complaining

Are old and forgotten habits,

Their memories continue to live in my mind,

Like faded photographs in an album.

I look at them when I’m bored,

I look at them when I’m depressed,

And I look at them now,

As I write you this poem.

-Rhea. B

08.11.07

(On my cousin bro’s birthday)