Believe.

In this world 

of pretense and perceptions

you are the language 

of love.

When have we spoken?

When have we not!

In the silence of words, 

I hear the soul out loud.

You see this,

I see that. 

We see through. 

We understand. 

Every little blossom of love, 

I keep safe. 

It`s mine.

 Is it yours?

The World can see,

But we are the ones living. 

Do you believe?

In the middle of indifference, 

And all the notional nonsense,

I see you,

I see me.

And...

Till you embrace, 

I`ll cherish the sweet pain.

The Yearn.

I live in oblivion.

But you I hold,

In my heart.

The freedom is yours to own.

I shall keep the yearn.

Staying away,

Looking at the details,

You know those,

That don`t even get processed.

And then I see you,

Looking at me,

From the corner of your eye.

Evaluating. Considering. Giving up.

Giving in.

There is a lot to say,

And a lot more unsaid.

Then again,

You keep the hesitations.

I shall keep the yearn.

How many?

How many times 

In one lifetime, 

Do we have to prove Love. 

Just how many times?

Stories.

As she surrenders 

To the aroma 

of sweet love, 

Treasured, she feels. 

For the wild Flowers, 

Make her complete. 

Let`s sip this nectar 

Little by little, 

And add new tales,

To the story that`s dying to begin.

She says.

 The Swing, 

Amidst the fall garden, 

Has promises to keep. 

For the highs are as precious 

As the wondrous lows. 

She sees stories around,

All so intricate and sweet, 

Rich with heart felt tides 

of Time and Being. 

And then there are stories, 

That never begin. 

Old Soul.

An old soul, 

Seems to have taken over the words, 

Written, felt and auto written. 

This is not me, 

Or may be it is, 

I don't even know. 

How with a hundred Hellos,

There is silence in the soul. 

How with a reasonably busy day,

There is time which doesn't go. 

How it takes a thousand sounds, 

To cut a familiar echo, 

Etched in the heart. 

And how it is just this Echo, 

You really need to feel home. 

May be this is not me. 

It is someone else, 

An old soul, 

Auto writing this all. 

What happened?

 

Love, why are you so hard?

Weren't you meant to be simple & pure.

Who pushed you to this?

What made you so inconsistent?

We have lived that light, 

Emitting from the brokenness of hearts.

We have stood, 

Strong in a sea storm. 

We have been the voice, 

Of unsaid feelings. 

We have been the testimony, 

Of each other`s strength. 

Love, what happened?

 Why are you so hard?

Today. 

Source.

Off-late they are abandoning,

If you catch any,

Let me know!

Closing...

Letting go,  

Of all the glow worms...  

 Time to find,

Ones own light. 

Obvious Mess!

Oh! heart what are you getting into?

You know it already...

How this begins and what it ends. 

Ounce of Pain

So when you sway like that,

To the song you love, 

Like a snake with feathers 

I see you smirk.

And then some contagious wine,

Talks about your love.... 

That One.. This one... Everyone... 

But... No one.

Ridiculous riddles of the being, 

And then of what could be. 

Your brain in on a power machine,

Working record time, over drive.

You look at the world, 

Cryptic, So cryptic... 

Edge of being creepy

And then you realize,

Its all an illusion. 

You stand there, 

See people move. 

And you stand there, 

See moments passing, 

And you stand there, 

With everything to lose. 

                                 

  Just then,

Something gathers you, 

And you lose sight again. 

Of the beginning and the end. 

Its all moving so fast and so soon, 

You play catch-up in your cocoon.

And then you let go... 

Let go.... 

Let it go.... 

Only for it to stay,

A lit bit longer.

And to your tough luck,

It does, 

Forever. 

You belong.

You know the prick of barren is so inconsequential, inadequate...unassuming, yet alive.

Life embraces these in abundance. The feeling of everything on the outside and nothing on the inside. The sparse empty space that is hollow. Where there is life, without a hint of living. Where there are heaps of forgotten promises and dust accumulated in the tightly sealed cocoon. The existence of the otherwise dead.

And then one day you came along and it feels like barren is greeted by a touch of soft light, and rain and wind all at the same time. You bring in the seasons, the greens and reds, the smiles and treasures. Like the dew on the grass, like the chirp of the birds, like an innocent prayer in the heart like the rainbow in a nude sky, like the stars that gaze right back at you when you look at them. That sense of a conversation, a never-ending slumber, a peaceful aroma of the fresh brewing love.

There are eyes that can take you to places with unimaginable levels of passion. Of breaking open every wall of disguise and emit the real you. A vision so sharp to pierce through and know, just know even before it is expressed. Those are the eyes you adorn. That inspires a smile, shy and light. That takes one along and lets one rest in them, like they are forever.

Look at self again, every evaluation fails. Every understanding of self eludes. And suddenly like the rain, the heaven falls all over from the sky and one wonders and just wonders how? Like the feeling of being safe, protected and complete, in that one embrace. And that`s where we belong. Because of you I belong.

The sense of being away and being there. The unruly bond and an innate feeling of being consumed. Knowing the heart resides you proudly and shamelessly. And knowing that you are there. When all falls apart and things change, knowing you will not.

You know how dreams tell you stories and how the souls are connected beyond the physical self. Like how a soul recognizes another as their own, even without knowing. You are that soul. You bring in the peace and the comfort like sleeping on a swing under the sun. Like in a womb. Like old books and bookmarks with love notes. Like rain in a desert storm.

Now every whisper into the universe is throwing back abundance of love, happiness and dreams. Leaving nothing to be anxious about. And nothing else left to pray. For today I look at you and hold you in the eyes and heart, that`s where you belong anyway.

Yesterday was better.

He looked at the moon.     

As if it spoke,  

Silently of his emptiness.
He smiled.

And sighed.

The signals on the street,
Red yellow and green, 
All were the same.
He lost the sight of right or wrong.

 He was numb. 
And this wasn't the first time.
His soul toppled and turned,
In his body a hundred times.

A hundred times,
He felt incomplete.
Like his story has ended.
But he is alive.

He drove on an endless road. 
Off to a journey unknown.
He loved his state.
He loved being lost.

And He loved saying,
This over and over again,
Yesterday was better, 
When he was in love. 
In his thoughts,
He lived there, 

Forever.

Messages

She looks at those                                                  Exhibition of messages,
One better than the other.
Carefully seeded,
Intertwined & unique.
A confused puzzle of,
Identifying the real.

Living on the periphery
Of people and emotions.
Who could have,
Answered, expressed or understood?
And who could have...
Known.

 

Make belief the truth,
And all that it brings...
Temporary & transactional
Short lived feelings.

Those messages,
At display,
Qualify as gems
Of felt impact,
From people of another time,
From another day,
With perishing memories.



Just for that moment,     

That second,
May be it was
Magical.
Or may be
It never was!                                 

She looks at those,                                               
Messages again.
The lasting ones,
Were perhaps never written.
For the lasting ones,
Perhaps can never be.

Your Music.

Music,

Made by heart,

With lyrics,

So so cryptic.

Go ahead,

Judge. 

These songs, 

Are personal. 

They define,

And sideline,

Both together.

Go Ahead,

Presume.

                          

You won`t understand, 

And you need not. 

You won`t feel it, 

And you possibly cannot. 

Go ahead,

Prove. 

Confused, 

Yet expressive, 

The symphony,

Of thoughts. 

Go Ahead,

Imagine.

                         

                                        

The notes,

All in tune.

Yet none match, 

Another precisely. 

Go ahead, 

Atune. 

Mix and fix, 

Those memories,

Make everything a, 

Repository of songs.

No one understands, 

You do.

Go ahead,

Unveil. 

Let`s be lost, 

Feel no need to, 

Be found. 

It's peaceful.

Then again,

Go ahead, 

Precede. 

Space for two.

Crawl in...

Through the narrow window.

There is space,

For two.

Far away,

From the sameness,

Of time and 

       Faceless people.

There is more...

Than silence,

To be consumed. 

Ask me not,

About the deep stories,

Understand.

Shallow places,

Light up brighter. 

Unaffected by overwhelming vastness.

They shine vividly.

Memories and impressions, 

Are yours to create.

Untamed and sheltered, 

The mind makes, 

New colors everyday. 

Soak in...

Those colors are unique, 

Smear in, 

Add you own. 

The canvas loves a duet. 

                                                                                 

                                             
                                                Away from the norms, 

Of what should be, 

And what must be... 

No norms can really decide, 

Fate, Action or deed. 

Crawl in,

A little harder, 

Through that narrow window, 

There is more space,

For two. 

Wait...

Sit back,

Wait,

I`ll see you soon.

And she waits.

With her heart,

Held tight,

Don`t break,

Not just yet,

Don`t remorse,

Not just yet,

He said wait!

Wait, her second name.

And first, forgotten.

Washed away,

In the quest to,

Just wait.

Life around her,

A standstill.

She cannot see,

And connect,

To the world around,

She sits back,

And whispers to herself...

Wait.

Just a little bit more.

Every impatient cell,

Eludes her.

As she learns to embrace,

The hope emitting light

From one single word

Of her life...

Wait.

Stay.

I have been busy...

 For once, just once

Don`t wash away.

 STAY.

You need.

...And it`s true,

You need you the most.

Touch The Peace.

Embrace silence,

This moment, 

Calm down, 

 Touch the peace. 

The quiet river,

Smell of barren land, 

Sun splashed sky,

One way conversation...

With the wind.

Empty roads,

Tree kissed streets,

Stoned pathways,

Into the hills,

Of abundance.

Feel the skin,

Drenched in dew,

Dust and light,

Touched. Teased. Kissed.

 Let the trees, 

Unveil secrets

In a language

You don't understand...

And it feels okay!

Follow sunlight,

Into never land,

Be mislead,

Lost. Lured. Loved.

Dressed in cocoon,

Swinging in the sea, 

Wash off, 

All that`s dried up,

Somewhere deep within. 

And let it pain, 

Pain a little more, 

To be...

Cured.

Let the sunset,

Burn you,

Let it descend,

Within somewhere.

Share a word or two,

 Be inaudible.

Let it, 

Shout. Break open. Heal.

Embrace Silence,

This moment,

Calm down,

Touch the peace.

Today.

Ask me not, 

And I shall never say. 

A lot little to hide. 

A lot less to explain. 

Letting someone in, 

Without holding the door so hard, 

So hard that the hands break, 

Break and Bleed knocking..

For once,

Share what you feel. 

For once, 

Let some one in. 

Just once. 

Let inhibitions be. 

The generic statements, 

After an overflow of emotions.

The okays and nothings,

The smiles, that say, 

I won't answer that.

Open up, 

For the heart to embrace, 

All that is being offered, 

And is at display, 

So generously,

Today.

Today is precious. 

Today is a new start, 

Today is dying to see you live, 

For today.  

Deeper than the sea.

Slowly,

I begin to get you.

And it feels,

Like you are the perfume,

I wear with a smile. 

Letting you be,

The quietest ever. 

And letting me be,

The one who is not. 

It is the mind that talks, 

And the words follow. 

The mathematical phrases, 

And facts at display.

The simpler words,

And emotions at play.

A conversation deeper than the sea..

That`s what we were,

Meant to be. 

Nothing to lose, 

Yet nothing to gain. 

And your favorite nothing, 

For everything unsaid remained...

Could it mean the world to me?

Meanings are precious, 

Connections are unique, 

And we become the storytellers, 

Of everything life has been.

Its nice here, 

What could we want more?

 The conversation has just started, 

And we are looking,

 Outside the door, 

See things differently, 

Yet understand the difference... 

This is what we were meant to be, 

Deeper than the sea. 

This is for us to know, 

And understand, 

So lets say...

'Nothing' may be :)