These repetitive patterns of sanity
That often begs to be juxtaposed
With the lure of beauty.
With the desire of knowledge.
With the knowing of love..
With the being of silence.
Oh this magical crux of reality



Something that the heart wanted the mysterious wandering mind to know while the stirring soulful experiential surprises kept it awake..


All that used to be

Those eyes, yes yours.
Those eyes, yes yours.
Reminded me yet again
Of all that used to be.
Beloved, of all that used to be.



Lonely, lost, this magical afternoon.. By the dusty bedside, to the champagne glasses that haven't seen a toast, to clouds that have forgotten the presence of the sun, this ever pervading romantic ways in which I seek my own sadness- I dance with grief, every night, in the presence of the milky white crescent moon for a new morning's delight.



These perennial thoughts
These perennial feelings
That make their way to you
They seek but only one thing -
Your yearning too.


What she said

To tell what her eyes said.
But, to tell, what she said-
Oh, such a lie!


Only you and I ever knew

This reverence that I have felt for you
From a decade ago
This love that remains untouched
This language of the souls
Only you and I ever knew.


One by one

When the leaves would dry and fall.
When the sun would set.
The flowers would bloom.
One by one.


Too much poetry

Is that why you would leave me,
My darling-
Because I had too much poetry in me
For you.


Old Memories

New intentions for old memories
Memories that don't cease to grip -
The heart and soul
And, mind..
Memories that are unforgiving.
Memories that seep into every part of your being.


Lofty Dreams, and you.

Eyes laden with lofty dreams
Sleep that eludes
Peace that teases
Love that makes promises
To break them
Over and over gain
Dreams that are laden
With dreams themselves
These eyes that have never seen you
Forever now.


High and low
High, Sip and Sing
High, heights of glory
High and neigh
From me,
To you.
Peace that pervades
Through equals..
Through equalizing


Grim, Grimy experiences of the past
Haunt alongside the howls of night's nightmares
These tears seem unstoppable
These heartbreaks manifold
Where shall I begin begging for truth
Where shall I begin begging for love


Truth sets you free

This facade of truth
This mask and boundaries that promise to,
Provide us refuge
Silly Innocent - Our Lives, We risk
In this game of shame and guise.


Rightful Purpose.

Anger that seethes under blankets of secrets
Anger that gives way to triumph in these dance moves
Anger that perpetuates every part of her being
Anger that coincides for beautiful protests of the soul
Anger that finds its rightful purpose.



This love that has pained my soul
This love that won't quit haunting
My days and nights
O beloved
How shall I return this favor to thee?

Behold such beauty

To the tap of a feet
For the clap of hands
To whistles that make music in thin air
To beauties that galore a garden
To heaven and back,
I have known a love
That I never thought would behold such beauty.

The Sun hasn't set.

The Sun hasn't set on me
The Sun won't set on me
I have been but reaching for Him,
And the stars..
The Sun won't just yet, set.
The early birds have a message for me
The early morning breeze fills my soul
With a zest to fulfill a life's stirring sojourn.

Newer Lives

From this never ending lies
From this place begotten with spite
I hope to find a newer hope
A newer meaning
A newer life
This newness which I hope to bind with love and dedication
Forever more.


Always with you

These measured musical nonsense
That creates this madness for a dance
With you,
With you..
Always. and, always, with you.