Inspired by ~ “Love in the time of Cholera”

All I want is to share an anguished sob
Borne by the deep desire to be in your arms
Not by war or by religion, separated we are by reluctance
To share the temporal love bleeding our mortal hearts

Just to let it go.. just to let it flow
We have survived so many ravages of time
Yet here we are standing across an ocean
Pretending significance of a desert parching our lives

Just look at me…maybe just a cursory second glance
This time you know we are to inevitably overcome
The distractions of our commitments and a defunct past
Reach out and touch me tender…
May the man in you awaken to a woman’s surrender

Think… who are you to hold principles in a kingdom ruled by Love
See… the despair you ignite for your attentive reserve
Hear… the silences that moan for the longings of your fiddle
Feel… the forgotten dreams I’ve caressed a lifetime before

Even the masts make love at night to the very winds they charge against
Come home to me handing your bitterness to the sun to sink
I stand here having lost the comforts youth robbed me when it left
Let love mirror the only thing unbroken in the solitary refuge of death

Peter Pan

His eyes spoke secretly of the quietest stars
Held by deep blues of an aviator’s lonely scars
His frothy mead shimmered with Morrison’s glorious craze
The bittergold Russian passion still set his spirit ablaze

There were days he spent in intense brooding
Thoughts that took him beyond the milky ways
His soul was of stardust, a heart of colors inlaid
And yet here he was…
…carrying the surprised pleasure of a child’s games

He awoke in the rebellious hours of dawn
Even while his mind played the same ol’ songs
He held on tight to the clouds of difference overhead
Lest the blue skies chase away his adored madness

In his vacant existence he sighs from longings of another planet
A desire for home sees him searching through naked plains
Holding to the unknown dream he holds responsible the heavens above
Disquieting the gods for his yearning to finally belong

One day he talked to me like Peter Pan to a broken child
Embalming me with awe of the tales of his kingdom grandiose
The prudence of a naive soul-string he later let me know
Amazed I was by the generosity the wisest of the innocent can bestow

Man made of a galaxy far beyond imagery
I wish for sands of gold for all time under your brotherly feet
When the kaleidoscope of illusions finally breaks you free
I pray you unite with your brethren in an alternate reality

~~ Dedicated to Susheel, with Love and Gratitude for all that he is….
and for being the ‘Savior with the beer’!

Unnamed

Your memories rob me of my words
As the photographs lose their colors
Nameless feelings dawned in a mist
Your black and white grace I’m beginning to miss

Waiting in line for a whitewashed mind
It may take a storm to lose the track of time
Looking for clarity in the chords of a guitar
Someday baby you’ll know you were my star…

Like reefs swaying in the oceans below
We wave at you as you fly above
To paint your dreams in the apple of your eye
My seagull spirit soars listlessly over the isles

Someday I long to be at the bottom
Of these endless depths of emotion
A pebble waiting to settle on the floor
Being circled by your mysterious undercurrents

The moss grows back on the stones
The moistness crawls back into my soul
The sun is lost in his thoughts among the clouds
The gardens seem to have lost their sounds

I gaze at this sepia scene through my tainted window
Listening glassy-eyed to your favorite song on the radio
This connection torments me again as we stretch these lines
Someday you’ll know…
a mere touch of tenderness can shatter images of lifetimes

~~merci ‘la rose noir’

by just holding hands love can shatter images of lifetimes

Something irrational

We are the semblance of a love affair
You so far that you’ve come nearby
Barely exchanged a kiss
But it seems like we don’t fit
Yet I feel this twinge as you are leaving
With a message, “…dunno when I will be returning”

This is something irrational
Seems like love but there seems none
of those fluttery butterfly feelings
Just a pull of those heart strings
As if I am a harp down in the middle of this sea
Played like Ariel with an unknown longing
For a man who’s in a different shore of his dreams

We are the semblance of a close friendship
You so close that it’s now intimate
Barely held each other
But it seemed we were both too tensed
Yet I felt this gurgle of storm as you left
With a message, “hope to see you soon…someday”

This is something irrational
Seems like love but it seems none
of these crazy terms matter anymore
Just you and I feeling close
As though we are still in the same city
Talking about our music and your sketching
While our legs brushed in silent desires underneath

Yes it’s just a semblance
of spring in the potpourris
Yes it’s just a little unreal
like a perfume bottle holding the summer breeze
Yes there is a trace of poignancy
like lost lovers on a winter night
Now I stand on the pier drenched in the tropical rains…
while desires color you in inflamed autumn forests

_________

~ à m’inspiration, Vinu

Nowhere at all

Life and destiny…
are like the lover and its mother
that I seem to have betrothed
under the stars, creating my own heaven
forming my questions about existence
while the answers are incandescent
like lanterns for a festival

I am going….
I am departing…
threading myself through this needle of time…
celebrating without reason
nowhere at all
as I belong…
nowhere at all
as I exist
nowhere at all

Waves they roll and crash
bring me ashore again and again
you can lead me anywhere
from Atlantis to Bombay
you can take the heart outta my chest
but can u take my soul away?
the journey owns it all the way

I am flying…
I am arriving…
weaving a fabric of illusion through time
ecstatic without reason
nowhere at all
as I reach…
nowhere at all
as I stay
nowhere at all

The grains that form diamonds
are the ones that light the furnace
the man who loved his nation
was the one who burnt a race
since I stepped on the moon
to talking across oceans
life is still pretty much the same
love and lilies science still can’t create…

we are dying…
we are moving…
leaving a trail of feelings through time
living without reason
nowhere at all
as we belong…
nowhere at all
as we exist
nowhere at all

Eclipse on the horizon

The rainwater almost dries in the puddles
As the sun fights back this wet spell
He has turned ochre these days
Seems like he knows the changes I’m going through
An illusory battle he seems engaged in…
Like a couple fighting nude in bed…
…a prelude to inevitable lovemaking

The city is my home, the home is in my heart, this heart is in journey
The raindrops trickle and tickle down my back lustfully
I am too intent imagining your warm body with mine
Making my way through the droning traffic
Offers me a luxury of time in no one’s keep
I leave chronicles of thought in oft-passed lanes
Whispers of your words weave breezily through my hair

I close my eyes to open to you sensually
I am glad I was born blind to society
This natural attraction would’ve otherwise been labeled disgracefully
By those who sleazily watch the camel for its flesh as they do a woman
And I smile to myself self-consciously…
…musing about you making sweet love to your beautiful wife

La vie est beau e’ bizarre quelquefois
The leaves fall somewhere…flowering summer meadows elsewhere
This too shall pass…although maybe with us
As I gaze wordlessly in nothingness
…at the looming eclipse on the horizon

A process is all this phase is…
An experiment in illusions is all Life is…
An ephemeral peripheral is all these emotions are…
A desire is the eye of the storm that the Universe revolves

Thank You

I silently gaze at him while he continues to paint
In water beds that lend color to the negatives
The clock in the hall ticks with carelessness
As memoirs in black and white are revealed

Heroes they fade like leaves in the rain
The legacy they leave in our heart deeper than its veins
And someday these hearts of ours shall stop too…
Through the graves and heaven, our praises shall continue(…M.J)

He reads a book, quotes me a passage cutting through fields of empathy
Patience preens its white feathers before it takes flight gracefully
Deliberately he writes me out the lines as I watch invisibly
Gratitude for lonesome prayers I echo back in poetry

Le double

It was a pregnant dawn, I laid on the grass
I was cradling you in my arms
Rest of the reality was just a blur…
Who were we, why were we there, just didn’t matter

I can breathe in your Energy
It starts making my energies whirl
Whether I am at a traffic signal
Or meditating all alone

Some say this is how you feel with your Twin Soul
We both know the journey of how we were One before
Yes there are times when by myself I feel complete
And then your thought occurs…and I am raised to Infinity.

Like a mother to her once aborted child
I can give…
Give until I exist only as a whisper on the wind
Oh but you so can give, this love you suppressed over so many lifetimes
As I open my arms to receive…
Receive until I am transformed to Nothingness
of the prayer flags of a monastery

We touch our hands to the Glass of distance separating us
Yet our souls worship each other in absolute Oneness
Absolved are peripherals of culture and differences
Look…there they are…
like devotees standing outside the door
While here we are through Stillness merging our Divinity
See…
… God making love to the Flame in the temple serenity

—-

~ dedicated to a twin soul who died in his Ego.

I am…

I am ready to explode…
I am longing to hold…
I am waiting to exhale…
I am in deep discontent…
I am sinking to the bottom of “I”
I am wishing for your hand in mine

I am deeper than my ego
I am a creator of my angst
I am in attendance of my process
I am seeking a companion for my breath

I am my Woman
I am my Man
I am my Inner Child
I am my Divine

I am the Trinity
I am a Yogi
I am the Buddha
I am the tree

I am a spark
I am its dark
I am a desert
I am its flower

I am Joy
I am the prose
I am the writer
I am who wrote

I am Noise
I am the Scream
I am Laughter that
I am yearning

I am timeless
I am formless
I am no more
As I was before.

Ta ra ra ra…

We are standing in a cubicle
It’s just 4 paces wide
While I’m humming a tune inside
Our eyes meet, my head goes into a lull

Our silent gazes seem to have no gap
You almost seem to be staring
As someone at the podium is blaring
I’m conscious as my hands move to clap

I feel watched and you’ve moved under my skin
Like a panther into its prey’s lair
Nervously I’m swiveling my chair
It’s strange how seductive u got me actin’

ta ra ra ra ra
its a crazy moment at work
meaning nothing at all to any of us
ta ra ra ra ra
my bare legs feel the heat
as u brush past me almost accidentally
ta ra ra ra
its just one day of laughs
what a way to respond to all of our thoughts