Diamonds and dreams

Diamonds and dreams

Diamonds and dreams in the eyes thirsty,
miles away lies what I look for.
My soul is handful of dust,
but still I wish to cross the Getaway.

Majesty in the sunshine of my day,
distant monsoons I see in every poem.
My heart lives in ruptured illusions,
but still I wish to walk on Marine Drive.

Will I ever reach the borders
of the Arabian sea?
Will I ever visit “the city
where changes happen overnight”?

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The Getaway – attraction in Mumbai, India

Marine Drive– area in Mumbai/also known as the Queen’s necklace/

“the city where changes happen overnight” – a line from the poem “Mumbai” by Fahim Sayed on PoemHunter.com

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"Li'l boats at Gateway" by Kavita Rao

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© 2011  Broken Sparkles

Cinderella’s arc

Cinderella’s arc

Another day with charm
and elegance of simple life,
insignificance with strawberries
dancing in white chocolate.
Another smile kept in the album
of a lost soul, to retain peace,
to lock any disobedience in a sigh,
to ally with feverish lips.

In between the beauty of the last
summer and the memory of
this wintry rain and today
I found a dream,
a desire for tomorrow’s dawn,
for the sunset before dark,
to be a lovely game of clouds,
playing with bright,
blue light in front of
the innocent sun.

And today,
ignoring the fuss around,
I closed my eyes and
I saw you with a map
and a bag full of love,
on the road to me,
in a hurry to reach me
before I disappear in the night,
before I stand,
facing Cinderella’s arc,
in dim and silence to ask …

Will I ever find a
way out of the mirage?
An escape far, faraway?
Will I survive the ash
from the hearth?
Is there a key for the stairs down?
Is there a chance to see you
saving me, before I loose
the crown?

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"Cinderella" by Danapra on deviantart.com

© 2011  Broken Sparkles


I do

I do

I believe it will be a day in the middle of May,
the rain from the night before will clear the air,
the past, the mistakes made once upon a time.
The sun will rise up to wish me “good morning”,
the light blue curtains will open a promise
of life with love and understanding.

Room full of giggling girls and Sprite, embracing
part of my unknown, yet beautiful beginning.
The sparkling shoes placed on my single bed,
the white, satin dress with lace-up ribbon closure
and astral designed straps, the flowers in my hands,
red roses, with the bloom of youth and romance.

Sitting on the old- fashioned arm- chair,
busy bees putting my curls in order and
hiding innocence and pearls in between.
My closed eyes ready for the make- up,
the flutter of the eye-lashes under mascara,
and the impatience : ” Are we ready to go?

The pride and the happiness in my parents hug,
seeing me pretty and grown, but still their baby-girl,
the reflection in the mirror, the approval : “Yes, perfect!”
Something old to keep the bond with my family,
something new to endure a forever of sacred feelings,
something borrowed to remind me, I’m not alone in this.

Something blue to keep the faith in the purity of the day,
and a silver sixpence in my shoe, I will have it all,
walking down the aisle with my father only half way.
The girls, dressed in red, opening the way to him,
standing to the altar, looking at me, expecting me.
Few steps to the “always” I’ve been dreaming about.

The words of the priest, the sip of red wine,
the tear in the corner of my eye, the hope and
the long awaited “I do”, followed by a kiss,
I believe it will all be in a day in the middle of May,
some May soon …

Inspired by “girls only” conversations.


All images in this post are subject to copyright

and belong to Red Sheep Photography and Guj Tungpalan.


© 2011  Broken Sparkles