Ambika Talwa

Promise of Mothers and Roses

Mothers and roses, child, back aches and poses.

All this toiling, the art of love and deception.

Creating a life for one's self – learning how

to make breezes blow over lovely waters!

 

If we but knew how to make multi-layered cakes.

Each layer for our need to be whole, feel lovely,

like when we are born and delivered into

velvet blankets that smell of roses dew and blood

 

If we but knew not to be the flannel that absorbs

another’s tears and bruises on sad ragged limbs,

but become all which we are truly born to be:

daughter, sister, lover, friend, wife, mother, more!

 

Love surges into charm of wild grace as sunlight

through mulled glass glows far into the night.

Our smiles light up paper-fine unformed wrinkles.

Dew drops on leaves catch the light of love.

 

This love forgotten is remembered when

tears fill teacups. Why do we hide our selves as

shadowed folds of curtains mildewed with memories,

that smell of mould and mud, when there is rain

 

that washes away the pain. Why do we deny love?

Why not hold the one with promise, even if they

linger like silken curtains that catch sunlight.

Roses are eternal even though they fade!

 

Their fragrance becomes potpourri for linens;

And we arise again and again – there is you see,

Spring – Eternal as our self!  Innocence cannot die

forever. And joy survives all mirrors! Look again.

 

 

 

My Empyrean Vision – Stirring of Supernal Love

 

Awoke to an empyrean vision, promise of gossamer

gold. What was I doing wandering lost and tossed.

a nearly-forgotten note in a shriveled gown...?

 

Those torn hands serve me not nor I broken hearts.

I waited holding those well-worn weaves that needed

but to be shredded, returned to the fire. To love?

 

Is this my absolution that I hold captive old wishes?

When the new is all around me, why do I refuse

its blessing? The music desires that I awaken.

 

Its pounding melodies beat my skin, love reminds.

New memories promise my return to empyrean worlds

here and now to all that is beloved – hum of solitude.

 

Angel and woman! Be one, insists the Sky. Or heaven

lost-tossed will wander in the distance love-broken.

And hiding beneath horizons is a gold road. Choose!

 

Surrounding is white gold fire. Out there are forests,

gardens for your endless walk into love's arms

whose breath is empyrean – marriage of destinies.

 

Such is the dream of paradise – to release all desires

is to gain a promise of the supernal. My toes tickle

in flowing water. Music glows luminous as my heart.

 

All above around me are feathers. There in a flame

someone arrives. Heart-to-heart we are disrobed;

rainbow lights bathe us, prepare us for our feast.

 

We will learn to walk barefoot in the dirt. Smell

the fire that marks the periphery of wisdom’s gaze

We are commanded to love, be free so be fulfilled.