....

The more I turn to find my true self,

the more i turn inwards..

the more i feel connected to you,

the more i understand and feel you,

i guess i will end up finding you in me itself,

or realizing that each part of real me is full of you!

doesn't matter how far our bodily forms might be,

i just started on the road to my self,

and realised that it merges with you,

so, we always were one -amongst each other and with the cosmos,

and will be indeed,

its just a matter of realization..

Scared

I am scared , cant close my eyes,
Think , what if I lose your presence in disguise,
I am scared to sleep, what if tomorrow I get up
And find that have lost all your sweet memories..
I am scared of waking up from my dreams with you
There , in your arms I relish the shear essence of time
What if I see tomorrows beautiful Sun, without you by my side
I am scared of this passing time
What if you will forget me just like any other full moon tide..
I am scared of this loneliness
What if I just die like this searching and wanting you to be here, right here with me
I am scared of the crowd,
What if I just lose myself into it and thereby your loving memories
I am scared of my senses ,
Think they will cheat on me sometime
May be I lose the feeling,
How you smell,your touch, and your warm breath
No No, I am a fool
As how can these cliché things make me scared
For , you are in my soul
In every breath I take
In every single thought I think..
You are me, and I am full of you!!

Is it you, my Love!

Where are you my love,

I know you are around me some how,

You are naughty for sure

but not cruel, i know.

Are you in the sun, that i bask in

and touches my bare skin?

Or, in the breeze

that helps me breathe?

Are you in the kid waiting

to be picked up from the orphanage ?

Or may be, in the sleep

that refreshes me after a day so deep..

Are you in the water

that moists my parched throat?

Are you in the music

that makes my guitar , what it is..

Are you in the shade of the tree

where i am rescued from the scorching sun??

Is it true

do i see traces of you

in the plant i water every other day!!

Is it you, what i feel when i am

are you in my silence that forces me to write!?

Is it you in the words , or no words,

Is it you in the poems i try to write an hide

Iknow..its you..cant be otherwise..

Way back home

Walking back home, I let my mind wander
and observe it silently
it starts to feel lonely, as if waiting for someone
it begins to ponder, what is it I am looking for
am I going to get it or is it just like this
Am I the lonliest one, or we all are alone, though together
Whats the truth, if any at all..
is anyone dreaming me in his dreams
or is it just me dreaming,
Is someone missing me too,
or is it just me missing everyone dearly loved,
its a nice way to keep one self busy..by thinking..I realise
thats enough now, we have reached home..without even realising the way,
without even cherishing the way, unknowingly walking over a snail near that pavement,
thats what happens when one s lost in the thoughts, one loses the sight over the way itself,
whats Life afterall, if not the WAY itself,
Cherish this life, the beautiful way,
dont lose yourself waiting!!
- I tell to my self!

Playful autumn

How intricate, how beautiful

the playful seasons coloring the canvas of leaves

soothing green, benign yellow, chirpy red and maroon

Its Autumn, yes, thats how we call it..

fruits fall to the ground, some eaten by worms

some by birds, insects..

Tree has done his part, nurtured enough

its time for it to let go of the fruits,

to give them away to the same all encompassing

to let go of the old, and to make fresh space for the new, though still in imagination

the trunk is still there, unconditionally!

You and me

A warm loving touch,

heals more than a medicine,

A careful loving whisper

more calming than a lullaby

That brush of our hands, while walking

says more than a thousand words,

The clinks of our bodies , while deep asleep

just talk to themselves in our absence,

That look in your eyes , on a sunday morning

feels like the time has stopped

the sweet carress to my hair

does enough to make my knees go weak..

The warmth of your chest when i lay my head to rest,

is eternity consoling all my sorrows,

This love , so powerful..

how subtle, but wonderfuly strong..

human emotions..