Listen
Can you hear
The rising crescendo
Against this soft rain and
The shriveling force
Of this lightening storm
A voice singing you to sleep
Provoking innocent dreams
Tinted by candlelight
Whispering this imperfect
This story between us
Can you feel
The tremble and the feel of devotion
A glimmer of hope
The smallest trick of light
Catching the essence of your eye
As if someone is
Tracing contrails through your memory
Like fingers through clouds
Painting this masterpiece
This story between us
Can you see
The break in the silence
As you curl those fingers tight
And scribble those instances
Doubts of insecurities as well as
The artistic outpour of happiness
These perplexing complications
Face the tranquil moons
As you design this euphoria
This story between us
Friday, February 03, 2012
Tuesday, September 20, 2011
Forlorn?
When the thoughts inside of my head
come tumbling out into emptiness
I am often dazed by this strange
displacement I feel within me
I am quite sober
But feel fantastic drunkenness
Should we break all ties
Without any tangled memories
When we trace our fingertips together
That extension one last time
Over familiar skin
Into those longing nights
somewhere beneath my skin,
i am woefully electrified into being,
and am haunted by those thousand natural shocks
that my flesh felt
We take comfort in knowing that
When the cool grays fade
We will have all the stirring
photographic representation of happiness
We will never guess
That the time has come
To wake up from this dream
Out of this blissful comfort
come tumbling out into emptiness
I am often dazed by this strange
displacement I feel within me
I am quite sober
But feel fantastic drunkenness
Should we break all ties
Without any tangled memories
When we trace our fingertips together
That extension one last time
Over familiar skin
Into those longing nights
somewhere beneath my skin,
i am woefully electrified into being,
and am haunted by those thousand natural shocks
that my flesh felt
We take comfort in knowing that
When the cool grays fade
We will have all the stirring
photographic representation of happiness
We will never guess
That the time has come
To wake up from this dream
Out of this blissful comfort
Tuesday, July 20, 2010
Separation
Two nights ago everything felt so foreign all of a sudden. I could hear unrecognizable music in the background that was never really there before. It was like closing a chapter of my life that was left unfinished and open for too long. It was a revelation! It felt as if the past which was full of holes suddenly closed in and filled up. The future is uncertain and all too short but at least it won't be spent convincing what should have or could have been done. All the thoughts seemed oh so fake and oh so real at the same time. Its funny the games your head plays when there is no one around to make sense of the nonsense and I am sure that about 75% of all this is nonsense. It happened to me then. The finality of the ending. It happened here and I heartlessly accepted. How ironic is it that the most loveless, heartless act could possibly be the moment of convincing the bond of love? How paradoxical and unfathomable. and the rest? The rest will work itself out or maybe that's what life is supposed to be. A change that is inevitable but not really revolutionizing. Over the last couple of weeks I managed to learn more and more to separate things. And this revelation helped further that cause. Silently my brain and heart moved in sync between the dark shadows that serve as separation between longing and expecting. My achievements from this venture started focusing on the light in the distance. My heart beat, an echo in the distance, hammering out a steady thump when the light is brighter. It's rhythm, a comfort to my soul, a sure reminder that it is working. My knowledge is helping my cause of separation.
Tuesday, January 26, 2010
Dream
Life has slowed to a snail's pace
Hiatus from the busy and the buzz
I am the center of a deepening darkness,
the emptiness of infinite space.
I begin to fall to sleep, slowly, peacefully and dream…
I spin in circles with my skirt flaring out around me
Leaves falling down, getting caught in my hair, rustling beneath my feet
Autumnal scents fill my being with great memories of my yesterdays and fanciful dreams of my tomorrows
As I spin around, my life changes
As the Earth begins her nap, my life changes
As the world slows and the leaves fall and the chill fills the air, my life changes.
The phoenix rises from the blackened ash.
The saplings rise from the burned forest ground.
The winter gives way to spring, and life begins anew.
A heart remembers, yet slowly heals, though reminisces through time.
The birds rejoice once again.
varied skies…all orange…with gray clouds hovering….
slight drops wetting my face
inspecting my hand closely, i know
the whole cosmos comes together here
in this minute moment
i've forgotten the metropolitan
the societies in their brainless existence
the hum and rattle that is the noise of life un-thought of
not forgotten, perhaps
just not realized
profound and deep beauty, the deepest beauty, lies in simplicity
A bird song….a butterfly
The intricacy of a leaf….that lustful sunset
To let these moments pass unnoticed is to not live fully.
To only pause and breathe and exist in just one moment, without thought, without pain, without doubt
Only to be what God made you, and to feel your connection to All that is.
It fills the heart and eases the mind.
Hiatus from the busy and the buzz
I am the center of a deepening darkness,
the emptiness of infinite space.
I begin to fall to sleep, slowly, peacefully and dream…
I spin in circles with my skirt flaring out around me
Leaves falling down, getting caught in my hair, rustling beneath my feet
Autumnal scents fill my being with great memories of my yesterdays and fanciful dreams of my tomorrows
As I spin around, my life changes
As the Earth begins her nap, my life changes
As the world slows and the leaves fall and the chill fills the air, my life changes.
The phoenix rises from the blackened ash.
The saplings rise from the burned forest ground.
The winter gives way to spring, and life begins anew.
A heart remembers, yet slowly heals, though reminisces through time.
The birds rejoice once again.
varied skies…all orange…with gray clouds hovering….
slight drops wetting my face
inspecting my hand closely, i know
the whole cosmos comes together here
in this minute moment
i've forgotten the metropolitan
the societies in their brainless existence
the hum and rattle that is the noise of life un-thought of
not forgotten, perhaps
just not realized
profound and deep beauty, the deepest beauty, lies in simplicity
A bird song….a butterfly
The intricacy of a leaf….that lustful sunset
To let these moments pass unnoticed is to not live fully.
To only pause and breathe and exist in just one moment, without thought, without pain, without doubt
Only to be what God made you, and to feel your connection to All that is.
It fills the heart and eases the mind.
Tuesday, June 23, 2009
Memory
Memory is the craftiest one of them all
covering and twisting and stirring
according to the wants of the maker
It slides and rocks and blends
along the colored views you see through
matching the forward hopes to be had
It is in the pictures, the thoughts and the letters
in the clingy squinty attempts to re-insert oneself
into old thoughts, moments and gestures
It is distant beyond distance
not a place you’d see casually on a screen
and could imagine, even in your own surroundings
It is the warm tan that fades
the space between who you are and who you show
in the light blue that twilights
It is in every choice
whether yours or someone else's
whether well-thought or arbitrarily coincidental
Memory!
It leads you to be exactly what you are!
covering and twisting and stirring
according to the wants of the maker
It slides and rocks and blends
along the colored views you see through
matching the forward hopes to be had
It is in the pictures, the thoughts and the letters
in the clingy squinty attempts to re-insert oneself
into old thoughts, moments and gestures
It is distant beyond distance
not a place you’d see casually on a screen
and could imagine, even in your own surroundings
It is the warm tan that fades
the space between who you are and who you show
in the light blue that twilights
It is in every choice
whether yours or someone else's
whether well-thought or arbitrarily coincidental
Memory!
It leads you to be exactly what you are!
Tuesday, December 18, 2007
The Strangers Quest for Desire
Up there, in the night sky
The speckles are filled
But not the hearts,
Since the stars don’t shimmer down.
And there lies the truth – the truth of life!
Under the eccentric sky,
Love may be a stranger,
To the stranger of this eternity.
He could see the glimmering sparks;
Sparks of the stars in her eyes.
They both could feel
The lingering love in the air;
Hovering about like French aroma.
Then their eyes met and
The cardiac muscles beat!
He could see the novice;
The enduring spirit only once!
And she turned and disappeared
Into the deep dark night
Never to return forever!
He stood there still.
Wondering what to do.
And opened his eyes.
Ha, was it a dream?
No! There stands the Spark!
The speckles are filled
But not the hearts,
Since the stars don’t shimmer down.
And there lies the truth – the truth of life!
Under the eccentric sky,
Love may be a stranger,
To the stranger of this eternity.
He could see the glimmering sparks;
Sparks of the stars in her eyes.
They both could feel
The lingering love in the air;
Hovering about like French aroma.
Then their eyes met and
The cardiac muscles beat!
He could see the novice;
The enduring spirit only once!
And she turned and disappeared
Into the deep dark night
Never to return forever!
He stood there still.
Wondering what to do.
And opened his eyes.
Ha, was it a dream?
No! There stands the Spark!
Thursday, October 18, 2007
An Antidote
The heart does a cheerful dance
Gazing into dazzling moonlights
The delicate caress on the skin
Feeling the drizzling raindrops
I wish there is an antidote
An antidote to this fascination
Those deep glimmering eyes
Make my heart head-over-heels
His sweet words heal constant fears
Even if we’re opposites on many levels
I wish there is an antidote
An antidote to this attraction
Deep bruises and ruthless sorrow
Mind cautioning like there’s no tomorrow
Dwelling memories and hurtful gestures
Looming into every corner of my essence
I wish there is an antidote
An antidote to this depression
Obstacles in every aspects of living
Making me wander and worry about being
Nowhere to turn and look towards
In this uncertain path of existence
I wish there is an antidote
An antidote to this apprehension
Gazing into dazzling moonlights
The delicate caress on the skin
Feeling the drizzling raindrops
I wish there is an antidote
An antidote to this fascination
Those deep glimmering eyes
Make my heart head-over-heels
His sweet words heal constant fears
Even if we’re opposites on many levels
I wish there is an antidote
An antidote to this attraction
Deep bruises and ruthless sorrow
Mind cautioning like there’s no tomorrow
Dwelling memories and hurtful gestures
Looming into every corner of my essence
I wish there is an antidote
An antidote to this depression
Obstacles in every aspects of living
Making me wander and worry about being
Nowhere to turn and look towards
In this uncertain path of existence
I wish there is an antidote
An antidote to this apprehension
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