Shruti's fierywaters

What it is to be a Physiotherapist, only a Physiotherapist can experience. The satisfied sleep every night knows the toil of the day spent in rehabilitation, the struggle for survival, and the fight against inter-professional exploitation. This poem " A Candle in the Tempest" , which I wrote along with Ram Prakash and Krishna Chandar on the event of World Poetry day of 2011, can be read here . - Shruti's   fiery waters

Sixty odd years, more than half of it as man and wife... Decades of trying to understand what is Life... From then to now, many an experience to share... A great family, nurtured with love and care... Oh – How time flies... nostalgia stealing a smile... Growing up through life’s changes, treading every mile... The wisdom of age blending with the pace of youth... Family bringing happiness – The Ultimate Truth…... As time gifts wonderful milestones to cherish... A lifetime of memories, for generations to flourish... The life lived and its experience - a valuable treasure... Living content in one’s own family – life’s greatest pleasure... T his poem was originally published in the 20th issue of iww-ejournal , August 2013, here .

Remorse and guilt fills my heart… Of the truth which my lips quivered to part… Yet, hesitantly answered in the negative when asked… The stinging tears which my smile effortlessly did mask… Look into your eye and confess, wanted I… Tormented my heart, when truly did I lie... Trusted me completely did You, with shame I cry… Notwithstanding tears, which long before I thought did die…. Vain was I, but your loving heart got the better of my brain… So great a person you are, before whom I am not even a single grain… Its pains me to see, what deep in my heart I hide, you feel its pain… Let go of my ego will I, and pour down unto you, as the torrential rain… In cruel solitude, erred have I, reasoning falling on deaf ear… What if you won’t forgive me, is still my biggest fear… Try I might now, I cannot hold my tear… Fervently pray do I, Trust me my dear… Originally published here .

Like the spark of fire, lurking in the chest of the sea… Deep was the desire, buried within the fathoms of me… Lost in existence, until unearthed by the glimpse of thee… Smiling radiantly, unfolding the bliss of life, which I then could see... The heart, stoically that stood through chill and burn… The heart, in life that many a lesson did learn… The heart, that for true happiness did wistfully yearn… Instantly wished for, your peerless love, which in vain it could spurn… What was that in you, which shattered the silence, leaving no clue... To the unshed tears blurring my view, to the unsung tunes singing anew... Knowing not what to do, I lifted my eyes through the window, to look at you… Disclosing my desire, as our eyes met - May this beautiful dream become true… Read my poem "The Unspoken Words of Silence" here . - Shruti's   fiery waters

Frozen memories, unclaimed by time... Unheard melodies, ringing in my mind... Words are light, but feelings deep... To reach out, through slope and steep... For, life is queer, both hill and vale... Yet there are many more fathoms to sail... Like the sun smiling through the passing cloud... Smile, hope, and laugh aloud... Freeze, sweet memories, for time soon will claim... The unlit lamps, and the burning flames... The ray of hope will mysteriously creep... And will penetrate through the stillness of sleep... The hope which has led me through... The calm oceans and the turbulent blue... The hope which gives me fortitude... I look forward to chance, with eternal gratitude... When life presents us with adversities, don't we all linger on to our dreams, secretly hoping they come true? What everyone needs is fortitude - the courage, determination, and the endurance to follow one's heart. Originally published here.