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.