~ Fill Me With Love ~

Fill me up when I am empty,
Like no one else has done;
Pour warmth into my spirit,
Like rays from summer sun.

Like rain upon the desert,
On a dry and barren land;
You cause my soul to blossom,
With touch from gentle hands.

And like the breeze of springtime,
Gently 'cross my body blows;
Igniting there a flame of fire,
That sets my heart aglow.

You've placed a seed within me,
That has grown into a vine;
Of sheer unbridled passion,
Tendrils curled and intertwined.

Fill me up when I am empty,
Like an overflowing cup;
No one else has ever filled me so,
Yet my Love, you fill me up.

A Friend Unseen ...........

It's strange to have a friend

That you have never hugged

Lightly touched their arm

Or looked into their eyes

But ...

They have touched your soul

Felt their heart 

Been embraced by

The warmth of their being

A friend unseen

Is not a friend untouched

The eyes of the soul will gaze

The heart will embrace

The image will stand tall

But ..

only in dream

SOMETIMES I FEEL .........

Sometimes I feel
We shouldn't touch,
Yet feel each other
Through our eyes.

Sometimes I feel
We shouldn't speak
Yet listen each other
Through our breaths.

Sometimes I feel
We shouldn't meet,
Yet feel each other
In each other's heat.

~ A River Of Tears ~

 





Meandering through the corners of the Eyes,
Few drops of liquid fall,
Men called it Tears,
Pain, joy, fear and lovely memories all it expresses,

Following a line, crossing the cheek,
Wetting the face, like drops of pearl they shine,
A silent symbol of pain,
A testimony of mind's agony,
A natural catharsis of the emotional and physical stress,
A way to feel better, a path to solace,

Heart gives the first signal when the river of tear is going to be on the high tide,
It may be the time you had a baby, it may be the time you met with an accident,
May be the time your loved one bid you a final goodbye,
May be you won a prize,
May be you lost a game after years of working hard,

Be it a joy or a pain,
Heart begins to feel heavy, face anxious,
Stimulating the tear buds, eyes experience a whirlpool
Often you try, but you can't control,
Tears are such, if they once start, you can't stop,
Defying all the laws of dynamics,
They break free the chains of eyes,
And start flowing till they dry,

Assumed as a sign of weakness, they are hardly those,
For they represent a source of strength,
For all I could do when I saw the distance between you and me growing,
Was to let these Tears answer everything,
Conveying all the love, all the grief, in few drops of water,

Now, when you are infinitely separated,
I have made a river of Tears,
and I sail my life-boat often in it, in times of desperation,
Searching you on the shores of memory,
Often I get your glimpse, often I don't,
I emerge out from it as a winner, defying all odds...
But still with few drops of Tears on my cheek,
As a mark that I miss you...

~ Love ~

love is like
a mailbox
it's pointless
and void
if no mail enters

Love is not
permanent
it appears
and disappears

But true love
endures
like the air we
breathe
it constantly
keeps us alive

A perfect body
will not function
without air and water
Love is like these gems
always precious
often polluted

True love is distilled water
it's simple and pure
but sublimer and greater
than worldly lures. 

~ The Other Side of Now ~

 Can you throw yourself over
the edge
of the moment?

cross the divide
between where you’ve been,
and where you might begin
a new direction?
You can see it plainly,
the path behind
—lake gleaming in the sun
dark shadows beneath the rocks,
holes plunging into the past—
but ahead, around the bend
is only sky,
blue with promise
and only smallest clouds
on the horizon
to signal storms ahead. 


You sit on a rock,
eat cherries,
drink cool, clear water
look out at the lake’s bright surface,
reflecting.



Going ahead is not the question.
It’s how you see it,
whether to continue,
or throw yourself ahead
into the mystery,
with no maps,
no charts,
only hope
that a way will open before you
with some sign,
—a lucky penny
or smooth, sleek rock
or tree aflame at sunset—
to tell you to have faith,
to take your bearings
from a newer
brighter star.

~ You Can ~

If you could see through my eyes,

I wonder what you’d be feeling right now,

Because I can see you standing

As you really are -

Powerful, sensitive, determined, and gracious.

I can see you achieving everything you choose to achieve.

I can see you being exactly who and what you want to be.

Look through my eyes for an instant,

And you’ll see yourself

Conquering all limitations.

Look through my eyes,

And see who you really are

And what you are capable of.

You can accomplish anything –

I know you can.

The Soul and Love.

The Soul and Love..............

The soul and love became united,

Then into this realm they both came,

Together they’re always undivided,

Joined forever their source the same.

After the two were mingled and blended,

In a mixing that took place in such a way,

That all their boundaries were transcended,

Since then united they have always remained.

And so it was in this amazing manner,

That love and the soul were forever blended,

Joined by the One Who is the best Planner,

Both vanish in this mixture so splendid.

From the very strength of this blended state,

The soul with love has become united,

Which is the essence and which is the trait,

I don’t see how this could be decided.

Maybe it’s love that’s become the essence,

While it’s attribute may be the soul,

Not knowing which has become the quintessence,

I can’t say which one plays which role.

I can’t really say if it’s this way or that,

I just don’t know what it is in the end,

There’s no other way I can’t be exact,

This mixture is such a wonderful blend.

The result of this process was awesome indeed,

Both love and the soul forever connected,

The two of them speak and the words each one heeds,

Mingled and blended together protected.

The basis of love is said to be fire,

While the soul is derived from the wind,

The wind itself it ignites this blazing fire,

And the fire then consumes the wind again.

(april 2009)

~ The Root of Arguments ~

What exactly is an argument?

How does an argument begin?

I know for sure it takes two people

For a conversation to have a disagreeable end.

It’s all about two individuals’ emotions

And their different opinions, it seems

One believes one thing, the other another,

Debating angry words in irritated steam.

It’s also about an individual’s perception

How one person interprets what another says

If a sensitive button is unintentionally pushed

Temperaments can flare up for many days.

Some people are more sensitive than others

Their worlds revolving around the egotistic “I”

They are prepared to debate every opinion

Until the peace-maker lets the conversation die.

Can we keep opinions out of conversation? Should we?

Or is it a personal way of expressing who we are?

We know that trying to change another’s opinion

Will create another chaos.

People’s knowledge is nurtured with opinions they form

Which changes with increasing knowledge gained each day

Opinions are peoples’ base for scientific hypotheses

Conducting mental experiments to process change

Forming opinions daily equal to individual knowledge

Learning and growing and revising old opinions in exchange.

If you choose to debate another’s opinion

You not only debate the thought, but also their plane of intelligence

And you might as well be telling them outright

Their mental capacity is sadly dense.

Could it be they are smarter than you

And you haven’t caught up with them yet?

Or, if you are smarter than they are

Then they haven’t caught up with you yet?

Neither! No one is ever on an equal mental plane

With another human being’s opinions

Since opinions furnish a map or framework

Of how far one has come in their mental pursuits.

Individual thinking, beliefs, and formed perceptions

Are what makes each of us different and unique.

“I think”, one of the most common terms we know,

Spells out who we are and all that we seek.

So, when you find yourself disagreeing with anyone

You’re never going to win an argument then

By disrespecting the other person’s right

To share who they are through their opinion.

~ Crying ~

It brings me discomfort to see people cry

I never know how to react or respond

To the steadfast emotion so common to human

So deeply attached to the frailties we share

Its so unpredictable

So like the wind

Clouds laden with moisture

That bursts at the seams

One truly can never anticipate

What may precipitate unwanted tears

To burst upon hearts with jagged edge

With a vengeance to tears out our dreams

Sadness is all around everyday and

Tears are abundant to wash it from sight

But tears alone never will take it away

Crying will not set things right

So, we cry for our losses

We cry for ourselves

We cry for the pain that we must endure

We cry for the child who cannot understand

We cry

Because life is unsure