KATIE SCATLETT O’HARA

  KATIE SCATLETT O’HARA!!! The very mention of that name evokes in me such emotions and feelings that are beyond words that any dictionary could provide. Yet at this present juncture I am overwhelmed by these profound feelings that they can no longer be contained in my heart.

 
  Scarlett!!!! Oh, that name brings the life to a pause, quickens the pulse and heart skips a beat. The emotions envelope me in a time warp where the sensation to the surroundings is lost. No girl so charming and adorable shall ever breathe again. Oh, so indignant yet adorable, so childish yet prudent, so vain yet lovable so self centered yet so caring. She is a man’s dream, an embodiment of love.

  Such is the lady, whom I have set my heart on. Not that I am not cognizant of the fact that she could never be mine. None the same,  her presence will never be lost on me. She shall keep me company as well as haunt be till I rest in peace. She is in my every pulse, my every heartbeat and my every breath.

  Oh Scarlett, I love you so much that I could give up my life to just stay by your side and keep watching you, by day and by night, by work and by rest, by mirth and by sorrow, oh just watching you .. till my eyes close in peace.


  How could I not love a spirit so great and pure as fire, blazing its way right though any hurdle. How could I not love a faith so stoic and enduring that cruises past any obstacle. How could I not love such intensity and passion for living that can be matched by none but her.


  Oh my greatest wish is to love you with the passion you love living. I love you not only for your beauty, but also for your charm. I love your amber green eyes not only for those shy glances and butterfly like fluttering, but also for the way they stare at reality. I love your rosy lips not only for how delicate these are, but also for the way they quiver in fright and are set rigid when determined to fight. I love your head not only for how lovely it looks when you toss it and sway it to jingle earbobs, but also for how you comprehend and work out gains for self I love your shoulders not only for how slender they are, but also for how you square them to take any load and responsibility. I love your hands not only for how tender they are, but also how hard they toil to pursue passions. Oh, Scarlett how I love you not only for your charm, but also for your vanity.

TIME STANDS TALL

Here I stand by the lake,
Yonder rises earth, huge and formidable,
Behind is a thicket long and dense.
Lightly lays the mist over cool waters,
Dissipating fast under tender, yet warm
Rays of the sun, rising over the peaks.
Chirping are the birds, awaken from slumber.
Snails and caterpillars nudging over damp barks,
Beasts, untamed, ambling across to the waters.
Teaming with life is the dawn, invigorated is the spirit.

Stay there I even as sun towers to zenith.
Drooping are the leaves. Colorless, shining like
Silver is the water. Strain my ear as I may,
Not a sound falls on it, so still it is,
As the heart had stopped or the tide had stalled.
Not a leaf that moves, for even wind does not stir.

Sinking now he is, horizon at west set ablaze.
Back are the birds out of nowhere, noisy as ever,
Scampering are the squirrels over the trees,
Hopping over flowers are the butterflies,
Slowly and stealthily is the darkness cropping in.
Feel drained yet happy, looking at the moon rising high.

Thick is the blanket of darkness encompassing
All boundaries, sucking warmth of the earth.
Echoing are the screeches of crickets, intermittently
Broken by grunt of a beast or the flapping of
The bats out for prey, Towering up like a monster,
Are the mountains calm and unruffled.
Hideous are the waters, seeming to mask
Unfathomable perils. Darker are the shadows,
Of tall trees in faint moon light, carving out
Frightful shadows over uneven contours.
Chill down the spine is what I feel now,

And strange it is and hard to believe that,
It is the self same place that enlivened me at dawn,
Left me lonely at noon and refreshed me at dusk.
Yet it is as now, sending creeps over me.
Changed is nothing, not the mountain,
Not the waters, nor the forested tracks,
But only the TIME and Time it is,
That sets the frame of vision, context for perception.
Time it is that tempers the emotion, gravitates the situation,
Time it is that Flares the spirit, assuages the wounds
Time it is that quenches the thirst, whets the hunger
Seals the past, guides the present and unravels future
Fleeting thought it is, etches behind indelible scars.

Lost Identity

Rise from my bed, I today as ever;
Warm are the tender rays of the dawn,
Cool is the touch of the earth,
Carpeted by grass, green and fresh with dew;
Caressing are the zephyrs flowing from the west;
How beautiful it is a day, again.
But fail all these, to touch my heart.
Sullen and dull it is, as cool as ice.
Dazed is the mind, all things just a blur.
Oh! Hard it is to believe, it’s me out here,
Caged by the mind, spirit of the heart, broken.
Inured, day after day by this rigmarole.
Actions I do, that carry no sense or charm,
Tied to a flock, that knows no dream no desire.
Try as much I may to run from here,
Each step I take, only to find;
Earth sinking beneath my feet all the while.
Rocking down an abyss I am, fervently wishing
Hit the bottom, I, soon, death redeeming me from this abbadon.

Is this the end

Ambling by the broken path
Gaze, I did across the rotten wall.
Lay there the man, who had worked,
Hard and fast, not learning the meaning of rest.
Till twilight dawned on him,
Freezing his spirit for eternity
Busy as a bee he had been all his life.
Enjoying his work and loving nothing more.
Stillness, now, reined his grave;
Which lay in shambles, creepers crawling all along.
Mocking they seemed to call out
“We have you in clutches, chained for ever”
For the hundredth time I wondered;
So great a man, Oh! Is this the end.
Try I did to forget this panorama.
But haunted was I day and night
By success and by failure;
By work and by rest. The self same
Question ringing aloud, “Oh! Is this the end.”

But my heart went sullen and cold
Refused, as if to accept this inevitable fate
Yet this day things seem different.
As I watch slowly, the bright rays being
Withdrawn and the dusk setting in.
The rays linger for a while too long,
As they fade back, setting the letters
On the edifice, sparkling and glittering
Oh how bright they glow. Like halo
Did it shine over his grave. This very
Sight set warmth in by dull heart. Instantly,
Did I have it the answer to my riddle.
So badly did I seek. It is no the end,
That does matter but the voyage undertaken.

The Battle For Hope

The horizon was burning red, as if set ablaze,
By the sinking sun. The earth reddened by the
Spilling blood.Here stood the disheveled army
Eyes popped out in horror, chill running down the spine
So they stood drawing forth their swords. Hard it
Was to contemplate what had passed them, and
Harder yet to summon courage against, the
Formidable foe; crushing and trampling its way through.

The day was nearing its end and so was,
The battle. The foe was formidable and, the hope
Had long left. Yet among their eye sparkled the effrontery
Growing from the determination deep under the heart, against
The stark reality. The result being only, but obvious
For it was not the first time it had come to pass

SOLITUDE

There I go, and here I come,
All to myself, meeting no one

Elated I feel, depressed, a time
But none could I find, to share some time.

Brooks, willows, beautiful valleys I enjoy
Alas, only to find, none to share the joy.

Darkness, Death and fire, is what I fear,
Fate has not a bosom for me to tender.

Alone I sleep, alone I drink and eat
Day by day ceremoniously repeating this feat.

Oh! This solitude hath me a prey,
Only death can be of rescue any day.