A Person in Love

A person in love
...can never be an atheist.
...can never be too sure.
...can never be out of hope.
...can never be God.

A person in love
...will be a little scared.
...will be a little spiritual.
...will be a little selfish.
...will be a little unsure.

A person in love
...has to keep trying.
...has to keep caring.
...has to keep giving with both hands.
...has to keep belonging heart and soul.

A person in love
...may one day cross seven seas.
...may one day soar in the skies.
...may one day bring back the moon.
...may one day become ONE.

She

She is still a wisp of imaginary mist floating somewhere in eternity.
She's like a wide open door, beyond which there are wide-open skies.
She is not a person, she is a feeling.
Something that everybody wants to feel in himself.
She's the alter ego I always wanted.

Just Another Girl

Mary Magdalene in the City of Djinns,
took upon herself the curses of mankind.
With a fragile dignity you carry on
the fate you have been consigned.

The Father dealt you an ugly hand
and you are reluctant to contend.
But the game tumbles inexorably
towards its logical end.

Late breezy evening you look up and wonder,
"A star maybe soon, but is this what I want?"
A daydream or night one, its all the same to you.
Nearsighted, censored, nightmares that haunt.

"What will I do with dreams
that come with no wings to fly?
With not even limbs to walk, to keep breathing,
a sick joke on which to rely."

Inevitability has made you bigger
than we ever could be.
Near and dear and loved ones here,
you revel in their victory.

A momentary scorn, the peak of protest,
but thats not your memory.
Hop skip and jump with family and friends,
are your three steps to glory.

Mary you lie on a bed of needles,
in a slumber of anyone's ability.
And every drop that springs from you
is a path to immortality.

Let me hold an earthen pot
and feed the children where it begins.
Let them know the inferno you walk
to take away their sins.

Let me sit by your side
and caress your scar turned blue.
Let me drink from that spring of pain
and become one with you.

You straddle the three worlds of worth
and know what happens eventually.
We behold your holy walk,
with dismay pretense and homily.

You turn around and smile at us,
the scared and ignorant world.
Your eyes whimper, dark deep and moist,
"I'm just another girl."

No One To Talk To

Miss you
Miss you
No one to talk to
But never liked
Talking to you
Too much love
Too much pain
Not again

Forgive you
Forgive you
Wasn't your fault
My love in a vault
Everything looking for
Found in you your
No wasn't looking for it
Never knew looking for it
Found you pretty thing
Found all everything
Soul mind
Rhythm divine
Body matter
Vision character

Talking to you
Water for a desert lost
Had to pay a cost
Poisoned with love
Killed me with every mouthful
I greedily gulped

Knew
Had to let go
Didn't you know too?
Poisoned me you
Didn't you know?
Never, you didn't, no
Wasn't your fault
My love in a vault

Forgive you
Can't forget you
Too much love
Too much pain
Not again
And now
No one to talk to.

From over me, from over you

On a micro level, you arrive at the same conclusions as I have;
On a macro level, I arrive at the same conclusions as you have.

On a micro level, you sometimes act quite stupid;
On a macro level, you are a greater human being than I am.

On a micro level, I love you very much;
On a macro level, you care for me very much.

On a micro level, I'm really very confused;
On a macro level, I have a lot of faith.

On a micro level, we're going to part ways very soon;
On a macro level, guess what, ultimately, we'll meet at one place.

On a micro level, I'm wondering if I'm conning myself;
On a macro level, I don't give a shit.

You have influenced me a lot and I've decided to break free.

Full Moon Night

Meander out
on your lovely little feet.
Feel the affectionate breeze
caress your beautiful face.
Let your kind gaze
fall upon the grateful sky.
Behold!
Your reflection!

--first written on 9 December 2003.

A vision of the Sun

Sometimes its
raining, dark, chilly and gloomy.
But you feel
it couldn't have been any more beautiful.
You sense
happiness and warmth inside...
You have just seen
the Sun of your life.

-- First written on 27 December 2003.

Stream Meets Ocean

Oh lord, kill me today,
but kill her too,
so that both our souls
are liberated
to spend the eternity
together...

This cage of a body
doesn't promise me
her hand
her love
her everything everytime everywhere.

I can't die
before her.
And she can't
leave me alone here
even for a moment.

Kill her today, but,
kill me too,
so that out of the bounds
of these bodies,
we spend eternity
together...

Eyes and Feet

He was looking at her feet.
    She was looking at his eyes.
She tried to hide her feet.
    He looked at her eyes looking at him.
She quickly looked away.
    He quickly looked away.
Both of them looked as if 
    neither had seen anything.

And all the while he was there, she didn't know what to do with her feet.
She was squirming as if the bed was extremely uncomfortable --
    trying to shift her feet as many times as possible so as not to let his gaze rest upon them.
He knew what she was doing and felt bad about making her feel like that.
But he couldn't resist those lotus feet --
    as if they were the most beautiful things that he has seen in a long long time.
It took him a lot of effort to tear his eyes from them --
    it felt like a huge sacrifice.
But that made her feel better.
He moved away for a while.
But once in a while he stole a few glances of her feet.
Coz it were her feet that revealed to him the real she --
    the girl he knew, the one she's inside, the woman he loved once -- and not her face or body or voice.
Those divine feet were not only a part of her being,
    but also a part of his story.