We

This magnificent power of love

This bond so solid

This coming together 

This oneness.

No matter what we did  

We’re beyond the things we said

There’s a deep, unshakable connection 

Held together by more than thread.

Rooted in our core,

The way we feel,

Everything else is truly trivial

We transcend all physical boundaries.

How can I even begin to explain?

What the wisest of sages can’t fathom

You and I – the inseparable ‘we’

Are a force with which they reckon.

– Ramona Arena 2016.
16th March 2016.

Heroes..

(**PROFANITY ALERT**)

 

All of you heroes

You wannabe knights in shining armor

Think you can rescue a damsel in distress…

I have 2 words for you –

1. Fuck

2. Off.

This stupid game of pretend you play

Is my daily reality.

Fully convinced only you have the secret code to remove the spell,

Only you hold the magic key to release the curse,

Your kiss alone, shall rescue the princess!

Breaking news for you,

It can’t and it won’t.

Fool yourself, but I see through.

This is not from your heart –

Not even good intent

So spare me your illusion

The speech of unshakable love.

It’s your lame man ego is all –

The hunter that rules the house;

The one in the drivers seat that needs no directions;

The one that can fix everything, never needing to ask for a hand.

Keep running around your own house

With your super hero cape and mask.

Wash your dirty hands.

Rinse that filthy mouth.

I’ll say it again –

I see right through you

No. You cannot fix me.

I’m not a fucking experiment

I’m not a fucking toy

I’m not an exciting riddle to crack.

Don’t wanna be your muse either

To be tossed on a whim, into the trash.

See unlike your inner coward

I actually do invest

I traverse all my millions of fears

Believing in your best.

But this cold blooded creature now,

Has built an unrecognisably hard shell,

Retracting  within a second

Cuz your ‘commitments’ fail the smallest test.

So I say this yet again,

With much respect

Fuck Off you heroes

You ain’t got a chance in hell.

– Ramona Arena 2016

Once Upon A Time.
When I was young.

When I was fit.

When I felt pretty.

When I was loved.

When I was proud of the real me.

When I knew faith.

When promises weren’t cheap.

When I was capable of loving.

The world – and myself too.
And I would live happily ever after.
Pic: @abheetgidwani 

  

We

Slow.

Only Finger Tips.

A deep breath cut short.

Slow.

Mmmh. Yes.

Just like that.

Grab.

Fiercely.

Regain control. Gently.

Only lips.

Slow.

Meditation. In the moment.

Senses on high alert.

Everything. Sensitive.

Bliss.

Hands.

Invitation to slurp.

Locks of hair.

Weave between fingers.

Clasp. Squeeze.

Passionate.

Deep.

Shudders. Smile.

Face gripped.

Unmistakable. Knowledge.

Eye contact.

Exchanges.

Slow.

Mmmmh.

You know me well. Intimate.

Gorge. Burst.

Flushed.

Ignite.

-Ramona Arena 2016

I was built for bigger things

Than loving some man,

Taking care of him,

Living, sharing, traveling, creating together…

Well. That’s what they all say.

 

But they don’t know that you’re not just ‘some’ guy.

That I don’t need bigger things.

That I have no direction to follow, if you aren’t my home.

That ambition, achievement are repulsive & futile,

Never a compromise, nor option when it comes to us, to our love.

-Ramona Arena 2016.

The sun shines,

Through all shades of clouds.

Lights up the moon,

Remaining ever faithful

With infinite sunrises

And eternal sunsets.
And so we are the brightest light

That burns and blinds

The ignorant.
For from within us shines,

The beauty

Of the infinite power

Of divine love.

 

-©Ramona Arena 2016

Our Abundance!

There is a place

Where you and I will soon meet again.

Eyes fixed upon each other,

Relieved with gratitude.

For we have found with and within ourselves,

The divinity of eternity

The sanctity of commitment

The answered prayer of love.

And so, we stand intoxicated.

Deep in the familiar embrace,

Of a hundred thousand lifetimes,

Where we are safely back home at last.

This, is our blessing called abundance!

-©Ramona Arena 2016

We’re Alive

Nevermind what you said

Nevermind what you did

Honey, I choose love.

 

Nevermind what happened

Nevermind what we had to go through

My love, I choose us.

 

Here and now

I stand with faith.

For You and I,

A path illuminates.

 

All is forgiven

For there is only love.

All is forgotten

For we are intoxicated with love.

 

We’ll get through all the moments

Of nail biting anxiety,

As the action movie of our lives

Will bring more challenges, I guarantee.

 

So flow into me, my darling

Together life has begun

We’re alright, we’re alive

We’ve survived, we’re eternal love.

 

-Ramona Arena 2015.

 

27th December.

Glue

People do things.

Stupid things.

Destructive things.

But everything can be forgiven – 

Perhaps not forgotten.

Everything can be worked upon.

And healed.

Before you know it,

You’ve gotten through another hurdle.

Together, emerges stronger than ever.

– Ramona Arena, 21st December 2015.

Dignity. Strength. Grace.

What’s done is done.
What’s said is said.
What was felt was felt.
All in the moment.
The moment that was.
Right now is another moment.
A new one to live.
With an opportunity to create.
To be. To seize.

Head high. Chin up.
Walking tall.
Walking ahead.
Dignity. Strength. Grace.

Reasons are a plenty
But never one good enough
To look back, to contemplate.
Make the ‘what if’ happen now
Instead of entertaining wallow.
What’s gone is gone.
What’s happened is over.
What’s behind is irrelevant.
Head high. Chin up.
March on ahead, tall.
Sashay forth.
Dignity. Strength. Grace.

– ©Ramona Arena 2015.