The world is at my door,  

Loud chatter, parties and conversations..

There is love and happiness…

And yet I seek my silence with you..

Knowing that silent togetherness..

That silent togetherness will always ..

Will always be a moment ..

A moment in eternity..

I tell my mind to choose noise ..

Not listen to my naive heart..

For silence.. he is whimsical..

Silence, he betrays me..

Leaving me abandoned..

Abandoned in eternity..

Holding onto a moment 

Back to the world..

The world and it’s meaningless party ..

I go..

For noise, he is there .. constant..

Not eternity, not a moment..

But he is there..

Noise is steadfast…loyal

Silence …fleeting 

 Quicksand

The vicious quicksand in the deserts of Sahara..

Less vicious they are than men..

For they pull you into darkness just once..

But the men, who have a way like quicksand..

To pull you closer… for them just once won’t do

They pull you in deep and let you fight your way out

Breathe!

Just to pull you back in once more..

The sheer joy they see for a woman fall .. again and again

In her naivety to want love ..Love and Quicksand

Are all but one..

Men.. they are more..

Alas... Our love

 If our love was a butterfly...

It would live a few moments and fearlessly die..

If our love was a stubborn mountain..

It would  be for eternity,  resiliently waiting through the uncertain..

Alas, our love lives beyond the moment and less than eternity..

Me and You

Someone did ask me…(Actually nobody did...)

I guess that is poetic license.. poetic motive

But yes.. So somebody did ask me?

Why I write poetry…?  What higher motive?

Isn't it a rather useless pursuit.. if you ask me?

Is it just an outlet of escape for .. The rational 'Me'!

The emotional 'Me’! The lover 'Me'.! The lost ‘Me’!

Different outcomes! Different motives!

But the real answer that stood out for me..

Was one where I truly have no real reason..no motive…

Poetry stays beautiful..without manmade logic or motive.

It is not for a purpose that the words flow from me..

To have in life…an answer not intentional in motive..

Something that flows and ebbs alongside my soul and me..

With purpose… there is an end..as a final motive

Without real purpose, it remains endless beyond time and me..

Beautiful without reason.. somewhat like you and me..

Companions for life.. without purpose, without motive..

Me and my poetry… Me and you..

My lover has no face

 My lover has many faces..

He showed them in many phases..

The in-love face, the angry face, ..

The lusty face.. all of them a passing phase

But the one that stays.. now in this phase..

Is where my lover has no face...

He ghosts and disappears in this phase..

I have kissed and loved..every other passing face and phase...

How does one love a lover without a face?

Hidden Beauty

 Every tad day,

We grow a little more invisible..

In youth and it's hey day..

You are serenaded .. Your youth visible!

Then your middle age marches in.. mid-day

You know you are the background music, felt light

You march on to being older, wiser.. pale twilight

You notice.. you are noticed lesser.. each day..

You almost learn to love your solitude...

Little do they know.. that this day..

You have more to serenade than that lost heyday..

That lost heyday  in youth's altitude

Wider hips, grey hair , puffy eyes, creepy skin and wrinkles

Hark! Those days await...everyone someday

But the strength is in knowing... beyond age's wrinkles

That you now no longer care ..what the world thinks...

I guess  that strength is worth living to that someday!

Without a care...Me thinks!

That is the  beauty .. Hidden beauty to serenade everyday!

The Loneliness Epidemic

 We have an Epidemic.. of endemic loneliness..

It spreads in the crowd.. and when alone..

When you speak..and When you don't...

In the air you breathe and when breatheless

We talk but don't converse

We see but don't notice..

We understand but don't feel..

We care and yet don't really care..

We want our way, all of us..

We want another to share our way..

Though we be in each other's way..

Never ready to walk a mile in another's way

We stay alone and avoid people..

We wait for the One..

Someone to get you..

Anyone really!

We have every one

And yet..No"One"  will do...

Reach out

 Today, they found a new creature…

Deep down in the seas in Antarctica..

They say it has twenty arms…

All I know is.. if I were in Antarctica..

Deep down in the oceans...

if I were that odd creature..

All my arms and more .. 

They would reach out for you…

Your choice ..always …was

to run  afar or embrace…

You chose to do both!

Hush!

 Hush! Little baby.. Don’t say a word!

All the words you want to say..

All the love your want to give..

All the tears you want to cry…

Hush! Little baby.. Don’t say a word..

All words are insufferable in this indifferent  world..

So .. Hush! Little baby.. Don’t say a word..

 

My heart and I are strangers today...

y heart and I are strangers tonight…

I ask my heart…what she seeks...

I implore…plead…her to answer...

She chose not to speak to me...

Like an angry silent couple...we fight..

Knowing…not knowing what the other wants

Our heart beats in a jarring grumpy silence

My heart and I are strangers tonight..

Following the race…an arduous climb…

I pursue the crowd .. Lost.. somewhere 

I look back searching for the real …

In the distance…I see her..my heart distant

She chose to  rest… to pause..to stay back

I beseech her to take me back…to her will

Away from the  noisy din of this world..

My heart and I are strangers today...

I implore ..I plead ..her to answer

Take me back to that moment...where she spoke

Far from... this din of this world..

My heart and I were not strangers ..then

Yes…I heard her heartbeat…my heartbeat…

gently ever so gently...you let me go

.

Slipping from the slopes of  passion... careless

It is so much more...love? Much more...

We fall gently ever so gently to something less

 A "familiar "something" ...We know no more

What do we remember? What did we forget?

We hold dear... yesterday's promise.

And care not to ask  for more..lest the other did forget.

We cling to today, until tomorrow's demise

All that is less...The heart tries to ignore...

We fall..silent... gently ever so gently..

More... than the heart can endure

Less. That we let go gently...ever so gently

Ever..Tho' Never

If you wish to cleave..stab my heart..

Hold me cruelly as yours alone..to never part

If you demanded my soul, my whole, my sin

Yes, to you, I would oblige...Yours! An easy win...

If you asked for all but my one prized possession.

It would be all yours..such is my obsession...

But ask...in the chill of this cold night...to share my warm blanket..

And..I will promptly refuse..Tho' our love is a dear trinket...

Hmphf!, I won't share my blanket!..Never..

To tell the world ...it ain't normal....an ode...to mental illness

How do I tell the world?

Of the ghosts that live hidden in the mind..

That make a man fear his very shadow..

The ghosts that make a man just his shadow

A shadow of what he used to be...his mind

Of how, depressed.. he cowers in tears and fear

Hush! The world must never know..Never Mind!

And tomorrow, he will be another man, dear..!

Super invincible with dreams and incoherent passion..

From depressed south to bipolar north, he will waver

Sadness, tears to an invincible God..from pride to compassion..

The world can't know his woes...for normalcy would waver..

Hide in veils..his days of wrath and anger..

Blasphemy...that there exist an absurd world outside this world?

Dismiss the ghosts that he alone sees...and it's danger

His wife..his kids..who straddle his world and this world...

Paint his dark shadow in...light colors acceptable...

This world has no place for darkness...Stay normal...!

Hide him, his shadow..for it ain't to society...palatable..

How do I tell the world that this isn't normal?

The End of the Line

I walk along the shores of freedom...

The sea weeds tangle my feet..

My feet sinks into the sinking sand

As the waves wash away memories and my feet

Childhood memories...youth...even yesterday..

Seems distant like another life...not mine

Ties.. relationships...a passing glimmer for the day

The sunset waits further down...the end of the line

just be

To go someplace where nobody knows my name..

Somewhere far where life ain't a race to name and fame

A nook, a cranny....of the world where I can just be....Just be

To mix in a crowd, to smile at strangers...

To let my eyes wander and observe the kindred in strangers

To love for moment... someone's smile, a laugh...Just be

To watch the sea of humanity like riding an endless wave

See them and feel their soul in a passing hello..a wave!

To know another without ever knowing them...Just be

The roots..remind me

The sunlight, she glides through the trees...and escapes...

Rays of  shiny freedom shine through the green leafy gold..

The wind does whisper secrets to the branches to hold..

The river faraway has a faint song on shuffle mode like on audio tapes

There is moss entwined on the trees... holding us close..

I look up in awe at the forest of mighty trees..touching the sky...close..

Until my foot stumbles on the journey of their networked roots...

Reminding me that it is the endurance of the sinewy roots...

The quiet roots that overcome the apathy of the mountain rocks, with persistence..

That make the trees of the Olympic stand tall.. in the sky with magnificence

Gossamer Lies

He weaves gossamer lies....

Intricate patterns, a web that held her

Hostage to the lies he told her..

Sometimes she knew his lies

And yet..she stayed... like he fooled her

For he was the only soul who knew her..

Like the fly in a spider web...She..His eyes

Ephemeral

Love is but eternal truth in a moment..

Love is but a momentary lie in eternity

You and I...I pause to think of us for a moment..

A moment in the past...a memory for eternity

An ugly paradox

The weather report announces...the Sahara Dust Plume..

It will make the sky a hue of violet... unusual

Everywhere sickness and death does loom...

And..as people die of hunger, life goes on as usual..

Meetings, deadlines and business goals... that deny gloom..

And, you and me..we romance and kiss as usual..

An ugly paradox

We would...We would make do

On a magic carpet, we would fly..

You, my Alladin..and me..Jasmine

Kiss the clouds...and hug the sky..

Mountain peaks, pole caps.. sceneries fine

And if all these fantasies are but a lie..

Just be there and just be mine...

On a boat for two, floating in dusky twilight...

Dancing to the  gentle waves as they ebb and tide

We can look together at the blue hues of orange light

With a companionship, we cannot hide..

And if all these dreams are quick to flight...

Let it all be, and just sit beside...

On a starry night on a seashore..a beautiful sight

You and me just lie down on the sand ..

Find constellations in mellow moonlight..

To the song on the radio...and it's our favorite band

And if these desires never ever see light..

Just look at today's sky...and  hold my hand

In forests green, and the sound of still crickets

Walk along the trails, the branches touch our shoulders light

Our feet in rhythm rustling leaves, through bushes and thickets

The shade of trees and an occasional silver of light

And if this togetherness  isn't ours..Darn! Crickets!

We will make do with a walk in the neighborhood in streetlight..

Yes, We will make do....as long as we are but together...