2019 – 20
Poems By Manisha
Face
July 19, 2019
Your face tells me your story.
The joys soaked in happiness,
gulping down those painful sorrows,
the hurt and suffering trapped in the windows of your soul,
narrating the past and an evolving present.
But hiding and securely defending the transforming you.
The New You
The mystery around your insecurities and the passionate obsessions
My favorite is your face revealing your built-in strength
But not shying away from throwing in a bit of a chuckle in that innocent smile.
Inspiring and intriguing me to travel deep into the layers of your soul.
July 19, 2019
Your face tells me your story.
The joys soaked in happiness,
gulping down those painful sorrows,
the hurt and suffering trapped in the windows of your soul,
narrating the past and an evolving present.
But hiding and securely defending the transforming you.
The New You
The mystery around your insecurities and the passionate obsessions
My favorite is your face revealing your built-in strength
But not shying away from throwing in a bit of a chuckle in that innocent smile.
Inspiring and intriguing me to travel deep into the layers of your soul.
Twin Souls
August 15, 2019
My half is your complete half,
Call it better, equal, or even other.
I am whole, you have died a thousand halves for,
Beware of the layer of deceit,
Reason for many betrayals and doubts
Yes, reality may seem bitter, sweet, and unreal at times.
Just remember your fears, faith, and even your reflection is mine.
August 15, 2019
My half is your complete half,
Call it better, equal, or even other.
I am whole, you have died a thousand halves for,
Beware of the layer of deceit,
Reason for many betrayals and doubts
Yes, reality may seem bitter, sweet, and unreal at times.
Just remember your fears, faith, and even your reflection is mine.
The Tricky Game of Validation
July 19, 2019
Masking the glory of validation is surreal.
Because it brightens our hearts with approval.
It helps us adore the shadows of false comfort,
while the recurring wheel of comfort churns a constellation of easy targets.
Help! says the sinking ship
But the inviting staircase of memories wants to pull you back to the real you.
The pillars of your mind wish to seek approval to draw the curtains to the forgotten.
Raise your hands to the stars of the new design.
The enchanting anatomy of design is flawless,
romantic, sharp, and mesmerizing.
Clouded by the judgment of stained brightness.
Sailing through the high walls of expectations
Move away from the structured chaos
A beautiful synergy awaits.
July 19, 2019
Masking the glory of validation is surreal.
Because it brightens our hearts with approval.
It helps us adore the shadows of false comfort,
while the recurring wheel of comfort churns a constellation of easy targets.
Help! says the sinking ship
But the inviting staircase of memories wants to pull you back to the real you.
The pillars of your mind wish to seek approval to draw the curtains to the forgotten.
Raise your hands to the stars of the new design.
The enchanting anatomy of design is flawless,
romantic, sharp, and mesmerizing.
Clouded by the judgment of stained brightness.
Sailing through the high walls of expectations
Move away from the structured chaos
A beautiful synergy awaits.
The Silent Talk
April 12, 2020
The Game of Words had exhausted its play
Yearning to hear the breath,
longing for that prolonged presence,
made way to finding its spirit in silence.
Rushing in came the images of touch, being caressed, and holding close.
Increasing heartbeats,
restlessness of the abyss,
ruminating each tear, fallen while making love.
The nakedness of the sorrows,
healing the open wounds.
The echoed laughter was loud in the quiet.
Fears screaming in pain,
the unprofessed love lingering in the walls of the cold shoulders,
But the hearts were bold and free.
April 12, 2020
The Game of Words had exhausted its play
Yearning to hear the breath,
longing for that prolonged presence,
made way to finding its spirit in silence.
Rushing in came the images of touch, being caressed, and holding close.
Increasing heartbeats,
restlessness of the abyss,
ruminating each tear, fallen while making love.
The nakedness of the sorrows,
healing the open wounds.
The echoed laughter was loud in the quiet.
Fears screaming in pain,
the unprofessed love lingering in the walls of the cold shoulders,
But the hearts were bold and free.
Ecstatic Dance
July 19, 2019
The initial wave of unpredictable euphoria forms an illusionary beginning,
At the brink of contentment, the timid internal play of searching for the inner child kicks in.
Bringing it out to play, witnessing, and indulging in the excitement becomes the only outlet to experiencing complete bliss.
A glance around and the room is engulfed in mystics flowing in ecstasy, rejoicing their being,
The joy of being who they truly are, an unapologetic immersion of authenticity. Where energies connect through the language of movement and play and words have no meaning in the world of ecstatic dance.
Each has a unique purpose of liberation.
July 19, 2019
The initial wave of unpredictable euphoria forms an illusionary beginning,
At the brink of contentment, the timid internal play of searching for the inner child kicks in.
Bringing it out to play, witnessing, and indulging in the excitement becomes the only outlet to experiencing complete bliss.
A glance around and the room is engulfed in mystics flowing in ecstasy, rejoicing their being,
The joy of being who they truly are, an unapologetic immersion of authenticity. Where energies connect through the language of movement and play and words have no meaning in the world of ecstatic dance.
Each has a unique purpose of liberation.
Celebrate You!
August 9, 2020
Its Time!
I am happy
Let’s Celebrate
The big and small joys are immeasurable
We sometimes forget to celebrate the first few steps of success in wait for the bigger ones
Celebrating the success at every step of the way
Keeps your soul alive
Do not forget to nurture your inner being
Admits the race of external validation
August 9, 2020
Its Time!
I am happy
Let’s Celebrate
The big and small joys are immeasurable
We sometimes forget to celebrate the first few steps of success in wait for the bigger ones
Celebrating the success at every step of the way
Keeps your soul alive
Do not forget to nurture your inner being
Admits the race of external validation
Inner Child Healing
Wounded and abused children in adult bodies
Wandering, falling, fighting, struggling
In the deep pool of the world.
At every end and each corner, puzzles and mazes, awaiting to be solved.
The Search for innocence, simplicity, unconditional love, and safety.
Longing for the sense they felt while being held in the womb.
It is an unending journey of unlearning, restarting, re-parenting
The child that lost its way of knowing,
Who they are or who they are meant to be…
Swallowing my voice, choking, and holding my tongue deep within,
In search of that whole that was lost somewhere attempting to prove, validate, or just simply feel loved, understood,
and even seen for who I am and not who I ought to be.
Burying the memories of being exploited and robbed of my innocence,
Wiping every shred and trace of it from deep within
Yet carrying the mind, body, and heart of a child
Fearing to love while holding a deep desire to be loved,
Feelings and emotions sometimes elude me,
or should I say they rather not feel because their bodies fear the breakdown while carrying a fragile heart?
In search of the longing for familiarity and sensitivity, the essence of my being, being human,
Leading to Countless endings and then countless beginnings…
Somewhere along Dawns, a flash of light in the mirror outpours the ocean of love, compassion, beauty, and joy for thy self,
Greetings- “I love you so much“
Where have you been? “I have been looking for you everywhere.”
Accompanies a sense of deep compassion and the joy of tears come tricking down.
The unfolding reality germinating within and seeing it manifest in the external,
The wounded heart was once again brimming and radiating with love.
The lost love for thyself which I was looking for everywhere in connection with the other, comforts, and the never-ending thirst for success.
I am the missing piece, the connection with myself that I was longing for.
The journey has just begun, meeting the various layers of my authentic self, holding an intention of going beyond the self, birthing the ‘real innocence’.
Wounded and abused children in adult bodies
Wandering, falling, fighting, struggling
In the deep pool of the world.
At every end and each corner, puzzles and mazes, awaiting to be solved.
The Search for innocence, simplicity, unconditional love, and safety.
Longing for the sense they felt while being held in the womb.
It is an unending journey of unlearning, restarting, re-parenting
The child that lost its way of knowing,
Who they are or who they are meant to be…
Swallowing my voice, choking, and holding my tongue deep within,
In search of that whole that was lost somewhere attempting to prove, validate, or just simply feel loved, understood,
and even seen for who I am and not who I ought to be.
Burying the memories of being exploited and robbed of my innocence,
Wiping every shred and trace of it from deep within
Yet carrying the mind, body, and heart of a child
Fearing to love while holding a deep desire to be loved,
Feelings and emotions sometimes elude me,
or should I say they rather not feel because their bodies fear the breakdown while carrying a fragile heart?
In search of the longing for familiarity and sensitivity, the essence of my being, being human,
Leading to Countless endings and then countless beginnings…
Somewhere along Dawns, a flash of light in the mirror outpours the ocean of love, compassion, beauty, and joy for thy self,
Greetings- “I love you so much“
Where have you been? “I have been looking for you everywhere.”
Accompanies a sense of deep compassion and the joy of tears come tricking down.
The unfolding reality germinating within and seeing it manifest in the external,
The wounded heart was once again brimming and radiating with love.
The lost love for thyself which I was looking for everywhere in connection with the other, comforts, and the never-ending thirst for success.
I am the missing piece, the connection with myself that I was longing for.
The journey has just begun, meeting the various layers of my authentic self, holding an intention of going beyond the self, birthing the ‘real innocence’.
The Long Pale Yellow Tresses
December 21, 2019
The beauty of pain in her eyes was enchanting.
The sharpness her gaze radiated was a mesmerizing trap for many men.
It was always difficult to keep one hand away from her long pale yellow tresses
Many men couldn’t resist keeping their hands off her attractive face.
There was something incredibly serene about her presence, without being overpowering, it was comfortably numb.
Little did I know it was a conscious attempt to safeguard a soft and vulnerable heart that had been scarred more than I had known.
Behind a shy defensive exterior, was a strong ambitious, and earthy Capricorn woman.
I had often witnessed signs of an affectionate parent and a loving and caring partner,
and it was only when she would see her lover with other women that one could get a glimpse of her affection.
The game of love with her was nothing short of fireworks.
Until it was time for curtain call and down came all the guards
Confessions were made, hearts were broken and long-drawn silences had found room between the two.
I wish love had won this battle but instead fear and hurt had found a place within their hearts.
The Confrontation
December 21, 2019
Denials run deeper than what meets the eye,
Denials to the unknown,
At times the known
To what exists
and sometimes persists.
Denials to oneself,
The hurt around
and the pain within.
Denying the disasters foreseen and the much-needed hunger.
Denial to the surrounding greed,
And even the prohibited love.
December 21, 2019
Denials run deeper than what meets the eye,
Denials to the unknown,
At times the known
To what exists
and sometimes persists.
Denials to oneself,
The hurt around
and the pain within.
Denying the disasters foreseen and the much-needed hunger.
Denial to the surrounding greed,
And even the prohibited love.
The Laughing Story
March 27, 2020
It was a laugh I had not heard in a long time. It was infectious with the potential of becoming the new addiction.
Soft, gentle, introverted, and at the same time playful.
I could also easily sense the anxiousness of it to come out and play.
The intermediate pauses within the laughing bouts also introduced me to the shy apprehensive adult.
Thinking, pondering, reflecting and sometimes struggling to do the right thing.
The impatient curiousness of its newfound note would not go unnoticed.
My favorite part was witnessing the merging of the two laughs and
the intuitive learning of their nature.
The joy of falling and rising together again in a roaring applause.
And sometimes when they would chime to a different tone, a loud acknowledgment was the only way out.
It would take me into its world of emotions and I would willingly surrender myself to its play.
Sometimes even waited for an invitation so we could dance together in its ring of happiness.
March 27, 2020
It was a laugh I had not heard in a long time. It was infectious with the potential of becoming the new addiction.
Soft, gentle, introverted, and at the same time playful.
I could also easily sense the anxiousness of it to come out and play.
The intermediate pauses within the laughing bouts also introduced me to the shy apprehensive adult.
Thinking, pondering, reflecting and sometimes struggling to do the right thing.
The impatient curiousness of its newfound note would not go unnoticed.
My favorite part was witnessing the merging of the two laughs and
the intuitive learning of their nature.
The joy of falling and rising together again in a roaring applause.
And sometimes when they would chime to a different tone, a loud acknowledgment was the only way out.
It would take me into its world of emotions and I would willingly surrender myself to its play.
Sometimes even waited for an invitation so we could dance together in its ring of happiness.
Impulse
August 9, 2020
Dancing on its tiptoes, down came the reaction
Strutting down the hallways of emotion.
Confused, which role should it slip into
The Calm and the composed devil or the loud and eccentric saint
Miserably failing to play to the tunes of harmony and balance
Finally allowing itself to surrender into the lap of impulse.
August 9, 2020
Dancing on its tiptoes, down came the reaction
Strutting down the hallways of emotion.
Confused, which role should it slip into
The Calm and the composed devil or the loud and eccentric saint
Miserably failing to play to the tunes of harmony and balance
Finally allowing itself to surrender into the lap of impulse.
Procrastination
August 9, 2020
Taming the reigns of the mind
Sometimes pulling them too tight, choking me
And other times letting them go a bit much, losing my balance.
It’s a double edge sword that feeds on guilt
Surrendering to the tricks of the mind
Whereas the heart struggles to breathe.
Every day you start at the bottom of that hill
Climbing one crevasse at a time
In search of that ground, leading you to the light
August 9, 2020
Taming the reigns of the mind
Sometimes pulling them too tight, choking me
And other times letting them go a bit much, losing my balance.
It’s a double edge sword that feeds on guilt
Surrendering to the tricks of the mind
Whereas the heart struggles to breathe.
Every day you start at the bottom of that hill
Climbing one crevasse at a time
In search of that ground, leading you to the light
Home
August 9, 2020
What is home? The internal voice inside of me struggled
Is it a feeling? A structure? a person or the world inside my head
Or is it just an emotion that changes with each passing phase finding comfort in the temporary shadows of its surroundings?
Maybe it’s a chase of an unending search
And finally, a voice echoed, it’s YOU, you are searching.
The passion and compassion deep inside, the kindness to wallow into the Impenetrable sorrows and
also searching for that love when the dark gets bold and the light seems to be fading out.
August 9, 2020
What is home? The internal voice inside of me struggled
Is it a feeling? A structure? a person or the world inside my head
Or is it just an emotion that changes with each passing phase finding comfort in the temporary shadows of its surroundings?
Maybe it’s a chase of an unending search
And finally, a voice echoed, it’s YOU, you are searching.
The passion and compassion deep inside, the kindness to wallow into the Impenetrable sorrows and
also searching for that love when the dark gets bold and the light seems to be fading out.
Prayer
August 9, 2020
Eyes closed or eyes open
Hands joined or palms facing the divine
The Sufi dance or the stillness of silence
A grateful heart or the wanting chant
All bow down or rise in Prayer
August 9, 2020
Eyes closed or eyes open
Hands joined or palms facing the divine
The Sufi dance or the stillness of silence
A grateful heart or the wanting chant
All bow down or rise in Prayer