Monday, December 11, 2017

The Widow



She is scorned and looked down at
Always disgraced and stigmatized
Treated as a worthless woman
Who failed to save her husband’s life

Never invited to religious events
And often shunned from social life
Her presence considered inauspicious
Isolated, with no one to hear her cries

She has so much to share and say
But her views are just not heard
So she stays a sad and lonely figure
And swallows back all her words

They treat her shabbily forever
And restrict and confine her life
All through this they calmly forget
That she is still very much alive

© Copyright Renu Vyas

Sunday, November 26, 2017

Cassata Ice-cream and Memories

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Hubby: Let us order some ice-cream after dinner.

Son: Sure, Mom..What flavour should I order for you ?

I am about to say “cassata ice-cream” but then I stop and wonder..where did that name come up from ? do they even serve the cassata anymore ? I grab the menu card and take a look and with a pang I realize that the cassata is not even on the list. There are so many flavours listed, an assorted array of bewildering yet glamorous sounding names that I do not even understand. And so I finally end up muttering feebly “Vanilla or mango”…

But as I eat my ice-cream, my mind is flooded with my childhood memories and the emotions attached to them. Back in the 70’s and 80’s, the cassata was the most expensive ice-cream on the list and it was every child’s dream. The mere thought that we would have a cassata after the dinner at a restaurant (which in itself was a rare treat) would be the highlight of the evening.

The cassata ice-cream moments are as clear as yesterday in my mind. It is a memory indelibly etched to remain forever. I remember the huge servings of the three layers of the tutti-frutti, strawberry and vanilla sprinkled with assorted nuts, the shutting of my eyes as I felt the sweetness melt in my mouth….

Those were the times of a less complicated era and the simpler pleasures of life. Nostalgia..how it hits us when we least expect it..

Sunday, November 19, 2017

The Woman That Was

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Forgotten by all, lost and lonely
She became invisible and unseen
 People would look right through her
But not hear her silent screams

They talked to her, they passed her by
But failed to see her tears
They talked of all the comforts she had
Yet never noticed her fears

So she donned a mask that always smiled
And hid all that she really had been
She retreated deep down in herself
And the real “Her” was never again to be seen

© Copyright Renu Vyas

Saturday, November 18, 2017

Wishful Thinking


Today I received 
Your letter
A letter that was 
Written for me
By me
Through you
A conversation
Between you
And I
That never was...
Schizophrenia 
Of thoughts 
 Jumbled to form 
In-coherent emotions 
In the form of words
But regardless
 It was still a letter
From you to me
Written for me
By me
Through you…

 © Copyright Renu Vyas

Saturday, November 11, 2017

My Silly Poem



Very, very long ago
And once upon a time
I wrote a silly poem
That had no rhythm or rhyme

The words were really silly
And made no sense at all
And whosoever heard it
Would either cry or bawl

They would all yell at me
And ask me to please stop
But I refused to believe
That my poem was a flop

I made many copies of it
And stuck them on pizzas and pies
But then no one would eat them
And they would attract just flies

So I read it to trees and flowers
And I read it to the skies
I read it to imps and fairies
Who I felt were more wise

They pondered and wondered
At what my poem meant
They had meetings over it
And many a weeks they spent

But since they never understood
They decided not to take stress
They accepted and awarded me
And declared my silly poem the best

  © Copyright Renu Vyas

This one is for my granddaughters Aayushi and Avni :)

Thursday, November 09, 2017

Where has the laughter gone ?



"Always find a reason to laugh. It may not add years to your life, but will surely add life to your years."

Please don’t be misled by the title of this post. I am not sad and neither have I lost my sense of humour. I still have my sense of humour intact, but I don't laugh out loud like I did years ago. There was a time when I laughed in pure unadulterated joy at the smallest of things but now I don't find things as funny as I once did.

In fact when I look around, I see that overall people don’t laugh so much anymore. It is not that we are depressed, well maybe sometimes we are, but most of the times it is just that we are so distracted and caught up in our chaotic everyday life trying to make ends meet, trying to beat deadlines, multitasking,  and living up to expectations that we do not notice the funnier side of life. We are never fully present in the moment.

Most of my phone conversations with my family happen with me working at the same time doing this or that.

Another reason could be that for something to be funny there has to be a surprise or unusual angle attached to it. Sadly most things do not surprise me now as I get older. There is a sense of “been there, done that”. It is not that I am becoming blasé but I just don’t find things that funny anymore.

When was the last time you really laughed ? and by laughed I mean that loud belly aching laugh..it seems it is missing from life these days. It is as if we are living without truly being alive.


Tuesday, November 07, 2017

Love Immortalized

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Instead of carving you
In wood or stone
I preserved your memories
In my heart 
And captured every aspect of you
In my poetry
Immortalizing you
Through my words

  © Copyright Renu Vyas

Sunday, November 05, 2017

Those Moments



Somewhere in between
Soft midnight conversations
Your cigarette breaths
And my coffee stains
I fell in love

© Copyright Renu Vyas

Thursday, October 26, 2017

Paper Existence


I am all the words
That reside in my poetry
Come, embrace my paper existence 

© Copyright Renu Vyas

Wednesday, October 25, 2017

बस यूँही.....



कभी कभी दिल चाहता है, यूँ'ही कोई क़रीब आये... न कोई सवाल पूछे, न ज़वाब मांगे, बस  बिना कोई वजह यूँही सर पर हाथ रख के कहे "सब ठीक हो जायेगा....."

Sometimes, all you want is for someone to be there. No questions asked, no judgments passed..to just put their hand on your head and say in that caring tone for no reason at all "everything will be alright.."

But do people even have the time to do that anymore ? "How are you?" has just become a sentence that has to be spoken when they meet or over the phone. People are not really interested in knowing how the other person really is. They do not have the time to hear of your problems if you have any,  because they are far too busy talking of their own.

Mehdi Hasan's ghazal echoes in my mind...

सबकी सुन कर चुप रहते हैं दिल की बात नहीं कहते
आते आते जीने के भी लाख बहाने आ जाते हैं.....





Friday, September 15, 2017

Pain & Poetry


There is a pain hidden
In every poem that I write
And there is a poem hidden
In every pain that I feel...

© Copyright Renu Vyas

Saturday, August 12, 2017

Canyons Of Past


I am like a meandering river
That flows through
The canyons of my past.

© Copyright Renu Vyas
 
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