While I waited for you
The wind caressed me
I could smell you in it
Wisps of clouds began to gather
Did you send them to shade me?
The nightingale hidden in the branches
Sang ballads of our love
The tree branches hovering over me
Danced in the wind
They celebrated our coming meeting
And while you took your time,
Sitting on that old bench under that familiar tree
I weaved my dreams
Wednesday, May 26, 2010
Dreams
Butterfly dreams
Colorful daydreams
Gilded with the golden sunlight
Flying away merrily
Amidst vast open expanses
I run after them
Hold them, feel their softness
Admire their hues
Appreciate the varied patterns
And then set them free
I have been enriched by their touch
I have been invigorated by their earthy smell
Let them fly away and perch on another shoulder
Let them bring color to another life
Let them make another day bright
Let them fill different eyes with hope
While I weave a new dream,
And paint it with new shades.
Colorful daydreams
Gilded with the golden sunlight
Flying away merrily
Amidst vast open expanses
I run after them
Hold them, feel their softness
Admire their hues
Appreciate the varied patterns
And then set them free
I have been enriched by their touch
I have been invigorated by their earthy smell
Let them fly away and perch on another shoulder
Let them bring color to another life
Let them make another day bright
Let them fill different eyes with hope
While I weave a new dream,
And paint it with new shades.
Tuesday, May 25, 2010
Stranger..
Stranger to all eyes but mine
Oh mysterious knight
Hidden from all senses but the heart
Your eyes pierce through my soul
You are the one who shares my secrets
Who has explored the hidden realms of my being
Dear stranger your touch is so familiar
It’s the touch of dew drops on the morning flower
How can this touch be anything but pious?
Your touch has sprouted the seeds of love lying dormant inside me
You bring me the message I have long waited for
Let them judge me
Let them crucify me
The god residing in my inner shrine
Bears witness to the sanctity of my love
Oh mysterious knight
Hidden from all senses but the heart
Your eyes pierce through my soul
You are the one who shares my secrets
Who has explored the hidden realms of my being
Dear stranger your touch is so familiar
It’s the touch of dew drops on the morning flower
How can this touch be anything but pious?
Your touch has sprouted the seeds of love lying dormant inside me
You bring me the message I have long waited for
Let them judge me
Let them crucify me
The god residing in my inner shrine
Bears witness to the sanctity of my love
Monday, May 24, 2010
I have found you..
I have washed away the grime and dirt
The grime of passion and desires
The dirt of longing
The water droplets dripping through my hair
Mingling with the tears that run from my eyes
These are the tears of joy
Joy of beholding you
Joy of finding you near me
Now that I have found you
I have found my nirvana
I have found the bliss I was seeking
In you, I found myself
With you I have gained true wisdom
You became the mirror to my soul
You became my gateway to heaven
You have led me to the truth I was seeking
The grime of passion and desires
The dirt of longing
The water droplets dripping through my hair
Mingling with the tears that run from my eyes
These are the tears of joy
Joy of beholding you
Joy of finding you near me
Now that I have found you
I have found my nirvana
I have found the bliss I was seeking
In you, I found myself
With you I have gained true wisdom
You became the mirror to my soul
You became my gateway to heaven
You have led me to the truth I was seeking
Pink petals
Green leaves
Pink of love
Green of envy
The flower in her hand was so tragically symbolic of her state.
Blue sky
White moon
Blue of sorrow
White of peace
Nature was standing witness to the conflict within her
Was her love greater than the envy?
Was the sorrow she was trying to vanquish more powerful than the peace she was seeking?
In this faraway place, alone yet not lonely, she was trying to find herself anew. This place which was so distant from everything and everyone. This place where the trees did not sway to known beats. This place where the birds did not sing oft heard songs.
The winds did not whisper secrets to her. The softness of the grass beneath her feet did not remind her of any touch.
She was not running away from his memories. She wouldn’t succeed even of she tried. She was just searching for the answers that had eluded her. She was not sure if she would find the answers to all her questions. She was not sure if she was seeking the answers in the right place. But she was sure of one thing. She would be incomplete without this search. Even if she were to return empty-handed this search would partly fill the void within her.
Would he still be waiting for her when she returned? Would he understand her need of setting out on this search? She would be happy if he waited, if he understood.
Yet what if he didn’t? Would she be left with any courage to again go on a search, to bring him back? Could someone who had left on their own will, really be brought back?
Questions and yet more questions.
Now that she had set out on this journey, she would not let these questions bother her.
These initial few steps of the impending voyage had required a lot of valor; she could not afford to turn back now.
She will leave everything else to destiny. If they were destined to be together all his paths would finally meet hers. Maybe then all the questions would become immaterial. Maybe this search would lead her to the place where they could both be together again. Forever.
Green leaves
Pink of love
Green of envy
The flower in her hand was so tragically symbolic of her state.
Blue sky
White moon
Blue of sorrow
White of peace
Nature was standing witness to the conflict within her
Was her love greater than the envy?
Was the sorrow she was trying to vanquish more powerful than the peace she was seeking?
In this faraway place, alone yet not lonely, she was trying to find herself anew. This place which was so distant from everything and everyone. This place where the trees did not sway to known beats. This place where the birds did not sing oft heard songs.
The winds did not whisper secrets to her. The softness of the grass beneath her feet did not remind her of any touch.
She was not running away from his memories. She wouldn’t succeed even of she tried. She was just searching for the answers that had eluded her. She was not sure if she would find the answers to all her questions. She was not sure if she was seeking the answers in the right place. But she was sure of one thing. She would be incomplete without this search. Even if she were to return empty-handed this search would partly fill the void within her.
Would he still be waiting for her when she returned? Would he understand her need of setting out on this search? She would be happy if he waited, if he understood.
Yet what if he didn’t? Would she be left with any courage to again go on a search, to bring him back? Could someone who had left on their own will, really be brought back?
Questions and yet more questions.
Now that she had set out on this journey, she would not let these questions bother her.
These initial few steps of the impending voyage had required a lot of valor; she could not afford to turn back now.
She will leave everything else to destiny. If they were destined to be together all his paths would finally meet hers. Maybe then all the questions would become immaterial. Maybe this search would lead her to the place where they could both be together again. Forever.
We
Our lives are woven together for a reason
We met when we least expected to
Fell in love when we didn’t think we would
Went away when we didn’t want to
Met again when we had lost any hope
My hatred and your indifference
Out of it blossomed a love so true
Like blossoming of a tiny plant in the stone crevices
A shrine in an unexplored shore
An oasis amidst an isolated desert
Was it destiny?
A twist of fate?
What do I call it?
Karma or kismet?
God’s will or just a coincidence?
This beautiful secret that only the two of us share
Why did god choose us to bestow this gift?
Is it a connection from some past life?
Or the beginning of a journey into lives beyond?
We met when we least expected to
Fell in love when we didn’t think we would
Went away when we didn’t want to
Met again when we had lost any hope
My hatred and your indifference
Out of it blossomed a love so true
Like blossoming of a tiny plant in the stone crevices
A shrine in an unexplored shore
An oasis amidst an isolated desert
Was it destiny?
A twist of fate?
What do I call it?
Karma or kismet?
God’s will or just a coincidence?
This beautiful secret that only the two of us share
Why did god choose us to bestow this gift?
Is it a connection from some past life?
Or the beginning of a journey into lives beyond?
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