Run (A Gwadodyn*)


Patiently Awaiting

Let the warmth of
My words wrap snuggly around you
Like a cloak protect

You from the
Ever darkening shadows
Chilly embrace

Feel the
Warmth of the smile of
My words

Within your
Heart as you traverse
The dark

When at last
You spring forth from the
Cold dark hell

Of your
Shell now reborn like a

The arms of
My words shall be there to
Greet you

To welcome
You back from the land
Of the dead

To celebrate
Your return to the land
Of The living

As tears of
Joy fall like raindrops from
My blue eyes



A Tangle of Weeds

I think by now you know that I run
from myself in pursuit of the sun;
The lurking shadows chase me as I phase,
Like the Moon, I too am sometimes gone

The Sun and I haven’t been good friends
I am trying to make those amends;
Coming out of the shell, cold dark hell
Some warmth would be nice before the day ends

*The Gwawdodyn is a Welsh poetic form comprised of quatrains (4-line stanzas) that have a 9/9/10/9 syllable pattern and matching end rhymes on lines 1, 2, and 4.


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The Mother of All Pearls Part Three


Dearest Nan

This comment is the reason you are so special to me, why I can’t bare seeing you hurt so deeply and why I can’t turn my back on you and walk away when you have need of my friendship.

In all the years I have written about what happened to my family you are the only woman who ever expressed empathy and compassion by saying you were sorry for what had happened to us.

In spite of your own great pain – how deeply you have been hurt by others.

You have no idea just how much your words impressed me at the time.

It is the reason I chose to love you (in spite of my own vow to never love another woman again I made the last time a woman broke my heart) in any capacity you could accept and why I will never stop loving you as a friend.

Not only did you touch my heart and restore my ability to love again but you taught me how to love truly.

You gave me the opportunity to grow another step beyond the anger and vindictiveness fueled by emotional pain.

To do the opposite of what my deceitful heart was telling me to do – to stop myself from reacting by lashing out.

For the first time in my life I really had to think things through and act accordingly; in order to be the true friend you needed me to be as well as to be true to myself and my ideals.

Thank you so much for reaching out to me and touching my heart.

But especially for being yourself and the gift of your friendship.

The Mother of All Pearls (the piece of your heart) that resides safely within the Treasure Box of my heart.

Love Dabbie

Here is the link where Nan’s comment resides:

One Final Note:

The day Nan left her comment on my blog was five days before one of my ribs popped out of its socket.

Requiring me to spend the following 5 to 6 weeks out of work – 3 of those weeks in extreme pain as I could not sneeze nor cough without hurting.

That event and the pain with it turned out to be blessing and the best time of my life (the only exception being the birth of my son) because it was during that time that my friendship with Nan began.

She was with me through that painful time in my life.



No better
Subject can there be for my
Love poems

Than you
My dearest and very
Best Friend


A Tangle of Weeds

“So am I the subject of your love poems?”
“Oh baby, but you are the object and the verb too; you are my entire sentence”
“How grammatically romantic!”

©Nandita Manan Yata.

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Living a Love Story


Living a Dream Come True

No need
To lie tell you empty

I’d simply
Do what’s necessary
Kill or die

Into your
Eyes I would willingly gaze
For eternity

Within my
Dreams your always just
Out of reach

Still into
Your ear I’ll whisper my

Send shivers
Up and down your back
And all over

Enfold you
Within my words carefully

Make love to
You within the soft glow
Of moonlight

Our souls
Entwined upon a cloud
Of passion

Holding on to
This tender moment for as
Long as possible

Daydreaming of
You until the sun goes down my
Eyes fall asleep

Find myself
Once again tasting the honey
Of your kisses

A Tangle of Weeds

Won’t you bake me a pie, feed me with a sweet lie
When I ask you if it’s me still, you’d die for or kill

Come closer come near, rest your lips on my ear
Speaks words in whispers, in that voice that sends shivers

Adorn my black tresses, with some colourful irises
And I will close my eyes, till the fragrance dies

When the flowers wilt, they will have witnessed passion at its hilt
Even as we let it linger, in our minds and hearts stronger

You spend an eternity, on exploring this fantasy
With the crevices nooks and corners of my lips alone

Another eon spent in delving, into my eyes now sparkling
With the magic spilling, passion flowers consummating

I live a love story in my head, every time I get to my bed
My dreams tenderly unrobe, as your desires so furiously probe

©Nandita Manan Yata

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Diamonds in the Sky


The Forever Diamond

They say
Diamonds are forever
A girls

Best friend
But the diamond I will
Give to you

Won’t be
Worn upon your finger
Just above

The luscious
Valley lying between your
Lovely bubbles

For it will
Will be enshrined within
Your heart

The Light
Of my love reflected by
Your Smile

The Light
Dancing within your
Dark eyes

It will
Shine forever passed

Our union of becoming one

The hearts
Of our children and their

For generations
Long after we have gone

Have become
Just a memory – a story told
At bedtime

A Tangle of Weeds

Let the passion blow,
let the molten lava flow,
till your heart beats like a galloping horse,
till your body crumbles into volcanic ashes,
I will be there waiting
with water in my crater lake
to carry you and spread you like stars
scattered in an autumn night
and together we shall light up the earth
like a million diamonds in the sky

©Nandita Manan Yata

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