The echo within like a refrain

distant sounds heard on the breeze

melodious notes like a refrain

an echo i hear all the time

your softly whispered words

unuttered hung in the air

what could i hear

what do i see....

there's a hush

there's a feeling

i miss you 

written across the sands

maybe the waves

take away the words

maybe the words

fall short of the feeling

but what is inside remains

nothing can take that away

except you your smile

filling up all the empty spaces within

with pure joy

just your presence 

is all i need

to stifle the echoes

of this teasing haunting beauty

touching places within me

which leave me feeling

raw inside.. 

Sometimes hurt shatters into shards of broken pain.. In eyes shimmering with wordless protests.. 

Springs of love

echoes of the past 

resonating on strings 

holding  souls together

strange whispers 

shivering over our consciousness

tugging at our hearts enticingly

the pull impossible to ignore

as helpless we feel the joy

a recognition of lifetimes sparkling in eyes

full of inexplicable emotion

compelling towards another

enfolded in a pure angelic glow..

defying comprehension cocooned in the white

what most eyes cannot see

contented complete missing pieces

that needed to come together to

realize our Self

a sibling , parent, friend or spouse

in a strange hand

that is there yet again

in our time of need

supportive 

dependable 

trustingly beckoning

a soul bond that never dies 

severs or lets go

springs of love that never dry

always always quenching 

this unnamed thirst

within us.. 

Spilling over

i could feel the echo as i heard the emotion in his voice

that break so full of feeling

a crumbling within.. a spilling over

something melted merged and hung in the air

palpable.. untouched.. 

breathing pure love.. simply felt

leaving an ache of missing so intense

yet a satiation uncontained.. 

so freshly attuned

i just know i've felt the warmth of the sun

fresh air.. the coolness of the breeze

opened my eyes to the wonder of nature

each sense so freshly attuned

to the beauty around me

was it always there.. or is the happiness

in my heart pervading everything i see

is it any wonder then i turn to you

with shining eyes and a heart so full

of love and gratitude

for showing me this beautiful world

letting me be a part of it

without you none of this would have been possible....

Shifting sands

we try to look back

and recognize ourselves

finding in vain that same image

ravaged through winds of time

a breeze or storm

all working towards us as we are now

footsteps blown away

fresh prints on the plane of our existence

now here .. now there..

some strengthening merging into us

till they leave us still struggling

to find ourselves

in the spaces left behind.....

Rose and pearl

this pearly light of the moon

bewitched

welcoming the rose of the Dawn

glowing

a divine beauty in each

the sky lit up with moonlight

as if the moon glowed as never before

full of love just before it merges

dazzled.. losing itself

uniting with the sun

i see the pale shimmering rose

in the sea

dancing enticingly

can feel the reflection within me

in thoughts of you

special moments playing a dance of their own

a wondrous beauty

repetitive yet awesome

fresh new

never getting enough

never escaping the magic

always always

bathed in the rose and pearl....

Redefining a self

sometimes it hurts excruciatingly

when you lose yourself completely in another

and when they need to move away

you just can't see the pieces anymore

to put yourself together once again

with stark emptiness you try to tell yourself apart

from that belief.. that oneness

feeling a deep void where you should have been

redefining a self that had somewhere 

ceased to exist as apart....

whether parent friend or spouse

you fill up someone's need

put in all of you and more

but the real strengthening

is when you can move away 

and smile for that

new-found confidence..

Not hurry by

i see a shadow a glowing soul

i need to touch feel the reality

mediocre or sublime

something pushes moves us on

just this once i need to stop

not hurry by

feel, comprehend and understand

ephemeral, ethereal 

maybe transient

but then so is life

i need to touch both to realize

something within myself

a shimmering translucence

glittering enticingly

now here.. now there.. 

Misconceptions

with hopeful eyes a heart full of love

the bride and groom take their vows

bathed in the glow of pure happiness

budding dreams and tender joy....

who stepped in what went wrong

why don't we just leave them alone

what is this heavy burden they carry

will they ever let go....

Marriage..? is it about giving up 

your freedom your individuality

who twisted this relationship from something sacred

to undefined suffocating misconceptions..

we have roles to play and we play them

with put-on maturity and false importance

and end up inheriting generations of mistakes

and continue to miss out on that glow we stepped into...

Mesmeric web of words

what is this really

an effect of the mesmeric web 

of words each weaves

or is it the effect of our feelings

each word reflects

do we even try to cloak it

or is it so natural

it's there for all to see..

such an innocent feeling

so much joy it holds

i reflect what i feel in my words

and that reaches out and touches

finding an echo

maybe because it's so true

simply pure feeling

that unknowingly forms into words

that breathe with care.. concern

understanding.. empathy and emotion...

Mere possession

it is really unfortunate that love is used as an instrument

of hurt instead of something so fulfilling

we really work at strange relationships

and take our loved ones for granted

to the point of mere possessions and scorn

for a feeling that is supposed to be so uplifting

why is there this degradation.. de-humanization

so much a lesser person..

does a complete surrender of self

a total giving.. just pure love

make one a mere possession?

not a person

a human being at all....

Lost in the mist

a hand lost in the mist

a voice hushed barely whispering

reaching touching

the essence of our soul

and we run around crazily in this mist

lost.. afraid to move.. to feel

desperately looking around for that hand

moments in which the mist clears

there we see it constant unwavering

it was just our eyes and fears

plaguing haunting us..

preying on our fears...

and the mist clears as the veil of disbelief

and the whisper changes to a melody

our hearts recognized 

the ones who always knew

and we feel again..

and we hear our heartbeats

and we know we are alive

and we rejoice in that hand

that nothing could shake

only we who had wavered....

Look beyond the masks

past lives or relationships

do we have the insight to recognize

as our subconscious naturally drifts

towards another

a bond of maybe lifetimes 

pulling the strings of our life today

is this life an adventure 

a mystery yet to be solved

as we unravel it one by one

in each lifetime like a costume party

where we feel the person 

the sense of him

try to recognize and look beyond the masks

what makes us hesitate question stop to think

like parts of a dream fragmented coming back

or soul recognition in wonder and awe

self-deprecating rueful cynical maybe

but nevertheless irrefutable

where you simply can't help looking back yet again.....

Little hearts

education has become a point in

percentages and good marks

instead of the awareness

the learning it should be

children are tortured

unknowingly at times

as we put them up as exhibits..

instead of empathizing with their plight

saying it's okay - they are more important

than the results they bring in..

we put them at the stake of our pride and joy

jewels we need to feel good about

always missing the beauty of that uncut diamond

which we chiseled

unfortunately sometimes

maybe into nothing..

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A peaceful hurricane swirls inside me, speaking the language of the breeze, subtle, secretive, menacing, gentle.. carrying tatters of history, 

The dark Clouds bring in infinite thoughts rushing in, fading away.. Baseless.. Clustered.. Heavy.. Thickening.. Darkening.. Beautiful.. Racing.. At the mercy of someone else..bringing rain.. Clouding sunshine..  

For miles i could see the rain and it's tango with the breeze.. Veiled in heavily Layered Sheets.. Filtering teasing Glimpses of varying silhouettes that lure with intrigue.. The fog embraces the hills under a thick blanket rising leaving deepening hues behind.. Revealing Tiny Droplets of water swinging on flowers in glee.. 

The palm trees swayed high above, dancing to the entrancing music of the breeze.. eyes flirting with the myriad hues of flowers.. besotted.. spellbound in the lap of Earth.. spreading their fragrance of love..

Clouds suspended in stupefied adulation.. Unconscious of the strong buffeting winds.. Rooted.. Till that last glimpse.. Birds flying home.. Some sitting on wires enjoying the peace and a last tete a tete before sleep.. Joining Nature to unveil, The artist in our soul