By Vanaja Malathy
I continue to dream
As a little girl I dreamt my play to all day last, As an adolescent I dreamt of growing up fast, As a girl in teens I daydreamed a world of fantasy, damsel dreams of love and adventure you can’t see As a woman in my middle age I dreamt of my children and their future. Now I am an old woman Alone, losing my dear companion of life What do I dream of now? Well, a woman has a huge heart and a mind for dreams. My feeble and withered palms join every morning and with honesty my thin and parched lips utter my dream “Peace be in my family, oh God!”
Words fail me when I am amidst downy pillows and soft blankets, Cushioned life lulls me to sleep. Words fail me when I satisfy my hunger and thirst. contentment dulls my energy. Words fail me when I by hillside reside, The loftiness dwarfs my thoughts into insignificance. Words fail me when I by lakeside stroll, let go my thoughts as I wander in awe of its stillness. Words fail me when I go countryside, the untouched beauty distracts my inner dialogues. As a detached observer of the outside world, I practice to play my inner music, I hold the key to my inner being, The first word of my effort flows on the paper.
Several decades in my life have passed by… Unbelievable!!! But Some moments are Unforgettable and I have the reins of those colourful memories in my tight fist, And I would never let them go for a fortune Those happy carefree girly days, little girls were all my treasured pals My embarrassment over fights with siblings for a silly possession of a broken shell, a copper cent, and a glittering stone The love from my parents that didn’t have a lid to close The elated feeling when my little nieces and nephews surrounded me for a story The bitterness to leave school and enter into an unknown realm of a college First time when I draped a saree in giggles, Oh that crush! that painted ordinary humans into superhumans, I truly floated on cloud nine! The window shopping for the most cheapest jewelry, The excitement of shaping my own family Those inexpressible thoughts on holding my babies, my dreams The thrill of inviting the sweethearts my daughters chose… Today whenever sleep slips out of my tired old eyes, confusion about future shakes me up I pull the reins of my memories towards me And they appear so near and so close so soothing and so cleansing my heart and the unpleasant ones …they just fade into oblivion!!! Folks, this is the formula of life Treasure the beauty of nostalgia Turn your life an ageless one HOLD on to those streaks of colourful memories
A doctorate in English and an educator for decades. A smooth drift from academic writing to Poetry; Vanaja Malathy considers poetry as her fabric of existence, poems to breathe and as a vent to her emotions. She also loves to paint, sew and read.
Her poems have appeared recently in The Nightingale Poetry Journal, The New-England Monthly Poetry Digest, The Poet’s Showcase, Poetrynation.com, The New International Poetry Digest, and The Literary Yard
3 thoughts on “I continue to dream and Other Poems”
Reading the poems written by Dr Malathy rings a resonance with me . I can relate clearly with the poem ,’I continue to dream’. It aptly describes the stages of a human life.
Very nicely written about the simple facts of life.
Enjoyed reading the poems👍👍