Somewhere..under the Azure Sky...

Somewhere under the Azure sky...
You and I..
Our restless souls meet and dance, each night..
Unknown to the dormant world...fast asleep..
That..to our resounding love will never wake..

Somewhere under the Azure sky,
You and I...
Our hearts hum the same tune, each day..
Silent, unheard to the noisy world awake..
That, hears not the silent melody of our dreams asleep

Somewhere under the Azure sky..
You and I...

Choice

The burden of  a thousand lives...
A thousand lives that I could have lived
They weigh down the one life I live...
With it's burden, I fight to love and live...
What could be or couldn't be..
Anchors my thoughts, if I let it be..
My buoyant spirit bobs up back and forth in time
In an effort to live and relive the seams of time
Those many crossroads, when both paths did beckon..
And yet, we chose one...for we knew not enough to reckon..
The choices were many....but for the choice...
The choice where we never needed to choose..
Never needed to choose between ...a thousand lives..
When each life was your soul's yearning to choose..

Good times...38

As I grow older, a little less wilder and more wider in age's company
The faint circles around my eyes hint age's lost innocence
The hidden wrinkles try to express their ugly presence
Strands of grey hair have found more hidden company
Youth's splendor and teenage dreams surreptiously....live on
In faint recollections... life moves on...
I am not yet old...they say...to call myself old..
But, to call myself young, I am no longer that bold..
My heart...though..it  never learns its lessons of time and wisdom
It remains impish as ever, ignoring time, loving freedom
It craves no less like an impetuous teenager..now and then
It skips and dances and dreams today as it did then
It pauses to see the leaves dances and birds tweet
It finds pleasure when rain and earth meet
It spends idyll time watching clouds retreat
It knows not that world does not follow it's beat
It knows not the ambition of power and money
It knows not the sheer wealth of materialism..Honey!
It seeks not the ladder of career nor the luxury of earning
It sits in the quiet loneliness of heartbeats, yearning
It leaps in joy for no reason or rhyme
It lives ...a moment at a time..
My mind watches my heart often like I  playfully watch my daughter
Sometimes with sheer agony and sometimes with laughter..
For my mind's pursuits to my heart never did matter...
A year older, the unusual couple of my heart and mind...
have learnt to live like old nagging couples, forever bind
Fighting and each holding the other in trying times..
Yes, 38 and fighting....my heart and mind...Good Times!