Dancing skies

I feel alright...

The skies lit up like diamonds over our heads
The heat intensifying below
Burning like fire
Do we keep moving to avoid the burn?

No changes only the same song on repeat

Synchronised movements
The feel of the soft white sheets
These strange ways attract me
In depth even I cant explain...

Its a puzzle I alone can solve

With open hearts and empty sheets
Something lit up my world
Like from a leftover matchstick
Forgotten and lost inside a corner of this heart

I dont know how we got here!

If only skies danced in harmony
If only the pouring rain would stop
Flickering of those neon lights
Everything we felt without falling in love

In the end impermanence conquers all

Mellow wonderings~

How often do we do things for people and are left un appreciated?

but do we do things to feel appreciated?

I try to remind myself to:
Accept and learn to let go

Things happen for a reason most of the time

Do not be attached to things and mostly people

Because feelings eventually change
and people always tend to leave.

We often wonder:

"What are we to do with all the words we left unspoken?..."

"Where do they go?..."

"Will they even know how we feel?..."

Well I prefer Silence above everything else

In times of solitude,

the silence is so loud
But I can hear the sea and the breeze
All in a distance calling out to me
This seclusion feels rewarding
Even though no one will understand
Only through darkness will the light shine through...

It takes Two

One of the hardest thing to do in the world is....

to convince the mind the doings of our hearts 

and trying to explain to one another why the other exists!!

--R.M Drake

Truth be told I couldn't agree more with the above quote...

The wind blew an extraordinary breeze through me all week
It spoke out boldly like the vibrant colors of untouched emotions
Strangest feelings throughout my body
Every touch sent shivers through every possible nerve
But it was warm, cuddly and most of all I felt safe..

I've always believed that people never change
But these weary eyes tell no lies...

A heavy look of sudden emotions that lay empty within
A love lost-
An old friendship rekindled
Musically inclined in every angle
An aspiring artist with a unique perspective
Fighting for a cause
To make a difference in people's lives.

Stolen moments, will it ever be enough?
unable to be true to myself in a strange new city

Words need not be spoken
As your eyes told me everything
The war in the mind never wants to be won
The disputes between the "What If'" and the "If I had's "
Captured beyond naivety over and over again...

Living in the moment that caught my heart unexpectedly
That smile, that eyes mesmerized my vision
The softness of the entire motion riding forth like waves
The chaos of the unstill mind lay calm
As the night moved to dawn

Naked and exposed I lay with all my flaws visible
It was quiet for a change at the hour
Smoke buds, empty beer bottles and the taste of morning
An antique door stuck to the wall with nowhere to go
enclosed in one's comfort zone of creativity
Did time stop all these opportunities?

A subtle hint to life perhaps
But the twinkle in your eyes never faded...

Once

It's funny this thing called love..

I thought I was in love with this young man once only to have my heart shattered into a million pieces. But I knew that wasn't the end of the world as I saw the light at the end of the tunnel burning brighter as I got closer...

In a world where everything was black and grey,
A freshly picked red rose was placed on the cold wet stone pavement under the bridge...

Was it placed there for me to 'find' it?
Should I pick it up because it's beautiful?
Pondering thoughts of such uncertainity scared me...

In a big world where problems were tiny
I was there standing alone but not lonely
23 years old frightened by my own choices
Sitting, waiting and wishing...

Without holding back I picked up the rose and walked away from this darkness inside my heart towards the light at the end of the tubnel knowing it was going to be okay

Familiar digits now forgotten
Faces and memories I barely can recollect
Everything about the past seems to remain uncollected and defeated

Then comes along moments you don't have control over
It takes over when you least expect it
And that becomes the thought that occupies erasing away all the unfiltered mental blocks

Soon these will be faded memories of love once lost
Hearts once broken and faces once seen
Strangers yet again unleashed into the "populated" crowd of new beginnings leaving it up to chance and fate to rediscover

It will Rain -II

Sleepless warm nights on a cold winter day
No such music playing in the background
The walls have no ears to whisper
And soon I feel like I'll lose it all
Running again this time far from myself
I'm the lost soul swimming in a fish bowl
Not knowing how I even got here or how it might even end
Just living the moment now with no such regrets...

Surreal feelings of tiny tingles never before
A thirst for this gentle hunger
I'm the prisoner of my own soul
And the keeper of these emotions
Mistakes upon mistakes made
Life. timing. being in certain places
We make our own choices and create our own paths
So I went ahead of myself and lost slight track of reality
A familiar space with no boundaries

Often I feel the need to slow down and disappear
Then I realize that everything awaits me here
Colors reflecting from the crescent moon
Silhouette of warm bodies in the dark shadows
Nothing else but the warmth mattered
And somehow the rain knew me better than I thought
Got me cuddled deep in my bed listening to the drops falling in silence
Until I fell asleep...

Gifts of The Holidays

Certain people come back into our lives
Each one bringing a special gift
A gift that touched the soft hearted heart
Drowning me with their elixir for the moment

One person brought me back the gift of time
The hours to the gentle reminder of stolen memories
Which were left abandoned and misunderstood
Distance was the enemy!

Another person brought me back the gift of compassion
The poetic words to the gentle reminder of simple life
Memories trapped in a jar of unknown content
Translucent but not free
He was the enemy

The third brought me the gift of respect
The starry full moon to the gentle reminder of simply being enough
I had to live my life following my dream
Forgetting and leaving behind the past
Youth was the enemy!

Finally, this person who came last brought me the gift of reality
Short lived moments to the gentle reminder of terrible miscommunication
Silent nights of tired mind, soul and the body
Questioning the decisions made
Technology was the enemy!

It Will Rain~

It's funny how some events spark to be
Whether a slight argument or an eternal flame
The rays touch the deepest corners of the darkest soul
Slight heartbeats in the warmth of the moment
All rekindled but in a different place and time...

A lost path with bizarre connections
No clarity of such plans in the neighbourhood
A familiar old lock turning clockwise
Unlocking untold secrets of the past
Bearer of these held nothing but only gave in to the unveiling of this new statue...

  

I saw a shooting star tonight
And it led me completely in a new direction
My inner instincts guided my soul away from the mist that illuminated the lights within

A semi serendipity many years later  

An old but not forgotten memory that I deftly unfolded

I was the same person with the same flaws

Revived and confused if I was still in real time

I looked out of my window and saw the crescent moon

I was living the moment and let time slip away

It did rain briefly this evening

and somehow it seems that it will continue to rain...