I ride a happy road,
Blow some offhand smoke
I get on and get moving,
For when the night comes
I see this damsel swooning.
A mild happy daze
Fuels my love for the night;
and when I look up to the stars
They dazzle in delight.
I retire to my slumber
Cocooned in stardust
I feel my familiar tingle,
And find myself one with the night.
Our ties,
Our infinite, unbound ties –
Marked by our differences,
Tied by our affection.
Our bodies,
Trapped in time & space,
Drifting about;
our bodies,
Sticky and fleshy,
Warm & comfy
Our bodies,
With their mild to strong odour & their busy lines & their funky grooves,
Our bodies,
Holding all there is –
Our bodies,
Our real treasure troves.
people, and passers-by,
some say hi, some don’t,
some come by, to ask,
to mend;
mend away, the cobbler does,
unhurried,
caught in a state of mind,
keeping at it,
enjoying the company,
enjoying the view.
To be a lover means to love,
Unconditionally,
To give,
Unconditonally
To be a lover means to be in love,
With the world,
With the air
To be a lover means to love,
With your breath.
Take me away,
To the echelons,
Wherein dwell the people,
Whose fire & wit & energy,
And infectious calm,
Drive away the insanity,
And usher in the brilliance.
The irregularity of life,
Mellowed down,
By the stability of the road.
Enjoying one another’s abundance,
A world of our own –
Away from the sights,
As the world watched on.
Come,
Breathe with me
Breathe through the daze,
Our collective breaths
Breathe through the sorrows,
Breathe through it all
Come, breathe with me;
And breathe it in all, we shall.
What have we,
but each other,
to get on
to get by.
A Sight into My Psyche 