The Walk

Pining for the one

Being the perfect you

Lives Entwined 

energies mingling

The air between loaded

 with. Expectations.

The first heart break

The unveiling of the real

The unadulterated needs

The claustrophobia Of being

In another shadow or another 

Being in yours. Awakening.

The desire to walk alone.

The craving for being

Your own person, your individual

Mess. The want to break away.

The need for space and first steps

You take to another journey. Freedom.

The quiet chirping you hear.

The conversation with the wind.

The solitude of a forest. The one

In your mind. Teeming with new

Possibilities. The walk to nowhere.

Did you reach? Inner Peace

Days of a Life

Some days are good and some are bad
Some so happy and others plain sad
Some go fast and others tortoise slow
Some deep and dark and others just glow

Some run amuck like  a rushing stream
Some slip slowly into an endless dream
Some bring in colors like an autumn array
Some can be just a hundred shades of grey

Some are melodious like a violin string
Some a cacophony violence brings
Some bring joy in bursts and bubbles
Some strain your mind into a muddle

Each day so different and none alike
Each sings a learning that's so unlike
Each brings a sun, a snow, a rainy day
Each changes you forever along the way   

Soul Mates

This feeling so new and yet so old

The temperatures go from warm to cold

The waves and tides of varied emotions

The hundred nights of hopes and expectations

The want to have you oh so near

The peace inside when I have you here

The missing puzzle when you go away

The hollow darkness I keep at bay

The long and tiring sleepless nights

The foggy mind with you inside

The building need for endless talk

The sunset moments on our walks

Everything about us is just so us

Everything about us is just no fuss

My heart to yours is so aligned

Soul mates, Forever Entwined

What is Love?

A day just like today
A small bird came to stay
Words of plenty she had
One of them struck at me bad

"How do you know love?"
"What do you see?"
"When are you sure of love?"
"How do you feel?"

Got me thinking really hard
What the word means to me for a start
A word used and in ways diverse
A word that is center to this universe

This is just my definition please
No frills, fancies to you appease
No place where all I would find
Love to me is a state of mind

A place for me to be me
No screens or masks you get to see
A sound that would feel like home
A scent that surrounds me like a dome

The space and freedom of choice
The recognition of my inner voice
The strength to leave me to my device
The trust to stand up by my side

These are the easy ones you see
'coz love is a state of mind for me.

The gut fluttering butterflies
When I stare into those eyes
The weakness I feel in my knees
The simple touch I always seek

The need to have them near
And yet a distance that has no fear
The comfort of silent conversations
The crazed noisy ones in succession

Here the dilemma starts to seep
Love is a state of mind, my cheep

The irrefutable respect for who you are
The poise to let you touch the stars
The pillar of support at needy times
Sharing it all over cheese and wine

The warm sun on a cold winter day
The misty rain falling in my way
The cool summer breeze to my soul
The colors of life to make me whole

A tall order for sure it seems
For love is a state of mind to me

Now comes the twisted part
Love is not linear to me for a start
It's everyday and every leaf
That moves me to love, long or brief

My love is not shaped square or circle
My dimensions are a liquid warm candle
Moving and shaping and enfolding all it can
Love is fluid and not restricted to a plan

I love life itself and all in it that touch a cord in me
Love, my peeps is a state of mind you see

Restless mind

A perfect childhood, like flowers in bloom.

The ideal parents all synced in tune.

Yet the heart wanders to find, 

the first signs of a restless mind.

The craziness of young hearts.

Always so mercurial, always on the start.

Even in motion and entwined,

Was just a restless restless mind.

The touch of first love.

The world so different, all powder and puff.

Entrenched in that strong bind, was still a wandering restless mind.

The little fingers of hope. 

The depth of emotions they evoked.

Bringing them up all fine, is just a crazy restless mind.

The beauty and joy of being alive. 

The day to day rut in which we all thrive. 

All of life seems just so bright and yet in a corner lies an edgy restless mind.

As and when the end draws near. 

The aches and pains, the dying fear.

Will that finally break and blind? The wandering of a restless mind.

Laments of the Unbidden

The mind that's not still
A heart always racing
Thoughts meandering through a valley
fall colors thru it raging
A sea of unhindered emotions 
crashing at a rock wall 
Is the impact enough to crush it all?
How much can you give up 
for the freedom to be you? 
How much would be needed 
before you are through?
Does it always have to be this or that?
Can't I have it all? 
Maybe it's just me, does that make me bad?

No Rolling drums can be heard
but you listen to laments of the unbidden.

The Silent Sound

The bubbling noise all around
The sound barrier has been run aground
In the midst of the roaring decibels
It's your silence that is most astound

A silence that talks to me
A silence that I need to feel
A silence that helps me sleep
A silence that is my sanity

Words are just not enough with you
Necessary noise that we so use
In the  cauldron of all your verbs
It's your silence that is most profound

A silence that convey much more
A silence that is like a roar
A silence that makes me soar
A silence that I can't ignore

A silent dialogue with you anyday
Better than any sound of heaven
A soulful salve to my daily angst
A willful sound seems the devil

I love the silence that surrounds your being
It call me out to talk and sing
I cherish our conversations that run so still
A magic weave of silence surround