Oh, what great pleasure it is
To be the surreal witness
Of our countless, numbered days.
Treading in and out,
And flowing beyond the depths –
Of the eternal.
Ebbing and flowing,
And gracefully emanating
A wild, wonderful glow.
Oh, what great pleasure it is
To be the surreal witness
Of our countless, numbered days.
Treading in and out,
And flowing beyond the depths –
Of the eternal.
Ebbing and flowing,
And gracefully emanating
A wild, wonderful glow.
A love so great, it felt divine
A love so simple, it felt relaxed
A love so kind, it’s unrushed
A love so deep, it mattered.
A love so soulful, it hurt at times
A love so loving – it warmed many others.
A love so warm, that it held its ground
A love so whole, it felt consequential.
A love so big, it conquered mountains
A love so moving – it melted many.

Out in the open
Our hearts at peace and our destinies at bay,
We sought to live with we what we had –
Content with current circumstances
And unfrazzled by future worries.
The horizon dawned before us
And to it we surrendered,
Charmed by the open roads
And drunk on this fiesty zest.

as the fire gleamed in her eyes
a true testament to her unwavering soul
a little bit of me melted –
much like cold sorbet on a hot day
and as the winds blew,
so did my wavering heart.
and through the pressing intimacy of it all,
this whole brouhaha was unbeknownst to the world.
maybe partially to the winds
and wholly to me,
and her star-gazing eyes;
with the fire in the vicinity
bridging us together.

O’ fragile heart
Why do you beat so?
Why carry the burden of the world
On your delicate shoulders?
Why run when you can walk?
Why pant when you can breathe?
What is it that you crave?
What is it that you want?
Why is it that you have to bend and twist
To the whims and fancies of the world?
Why is it that you beat so hard
To the sound of the battle cry
And leave yourself out to dry;
when it comes to matters of the heart
Why do they not teach you –
The resilience to weather it all
Why do you hurt yourself so?
Why do you not find your way towards love
And take up permanent residence there?
Why not take in some warmth?
And some soup for the soul?
“Breathe, you’ve got this”
Your confoundments have got to go
Breathe, trust the process
You’ve got what it takes
Go on,
And be merry,
Even if you haven’t
‘Cuz, who’s the judge of it all?

I hope that you’re surrounded with wonderment and merry
I hope that the skies clear up for you, to shower you with their warmth and grace
I hope that you don’t have to worry about life’s regressions, all on your own
I hope that you find solace within the comforts of my heart
And that love finds its way to you,
When you’re exhausted and done,
And you’re looking for a shoulder to lean on.
I hope that you’re treated with love and respect
Wherever you go
And wherever you are –
I hope that you can remind yourself so,
That good days lie ahead
And that you can look forward to clear skies and green grass,
And an aura that will shine on through.
What decides how much space people take up:
Why is it that one feels entitled to so much space
While the other doesn’t quite want to be noticed,
Why this disparity –
Why do we impose, or not want to?
Is it out of regard for the other person
Or a more self serving capacity
Why is it that we shovel and grove,
And spite to get hold of the other.
A cozy vibe,
An inviting ambiance,
Sets the course
For one and many moves –
Of affection and endearment
One takes the lead, the other follows,
So to speak,
Tenderness in the air
A streak of madness in the veins.
The tone is set
And the vibe is checked
The plan is in motion;
swaying to the everyday sounds
grooving to the everglow beats.
We were both young and old,
Both at the same time.
A distant sense of a connection unknown,
Found its way,
Amid fleeting times
The world, an oasis out there
Both in the literal and in the metaphorical sense,
Starts ringing through,
As we brace ourselves
And head towards the union,
Of past and present lives
Connected and intertwined as one.
The drums start beating,
And the trinkets start humming,
As we bear testimony
To a hundred fleeting glances.
The poets and the sages,
The young and the old,
The dreamers and the doers,
They’re all present, –
Willing to give it all,
Hoping to get some in return.
As the seas rise, and the skies open
A massive undertaking,
Of exponential order
Gets set in place
For the eons to continue.
To be, or not to be,
Is the question,
A moral duty for the righteous
An enriched conversation
Spanning the entirety of humanity.