i haven't written in long! i guess that's a product of a lack of introspect in the last couple of months, or the brilliant changes in my life, my self, perceptions...
it is a new feeling to me, words darting about in my head, not waiting enough for me to catch them n put them down on this keyboard.. i am writing this post just to stay connected, like i used to. change is beautiful and scary...
i have, in fact, changed....
Monday, April 06, 2009
Friday, January 09, 2009
doubt interrupted....
he was afraid she didn't know
that he loved her the way she was
she was afraid he didn't hear
what she said when she took a pause
he held her hand and sang to her
he tried to mend her broken smile
she heard the words and felt the warmth
but searched his eyes for doubt and guile
he saw the cloud inside her head
and held her close, to show he's there
she wondered why he wouldn't speak
and told herself he didn't care
he held her long, she fell asleep
he smiled, relieved, turned the lights dim
he slept that night thinking, now, she's fine
she awoke, convinced, she's losing him.....
that he loved her the way she was
she was afraid he didn't hear
what she said when she took a pause
he held her hand and sang to her
he tried to mend her broken smile
she heard the words and felt the warmth
but searched his eyes for doubt and guile
he saw the cloud inside her head
and held her close, to show he's there
she wondered why he wouldn't speak
and told herself he didn't care
he held her long, she fell asleep
he smiled, relieved, turned the lights dim
he slept that night thinking, now, she's fine
she awoke, convinced, she's losing him.....
Thursday, October 30, 2008
beauty in a blur
is that air you breathing girl?
that purple light in morning skies?
seems you aren't who you were thinking,
tomorrow's here, time flies
have you thought where you are?
run, girl... run
creation's going crazy on you,
yet you slipping so calmly on,
looks like you going to remember,
the way a self is born
keep those eyes open now,
and run girl... run
you find a hand in yours, you smile,
too blurred to see faces yet,
look back, look forth, there's only light,
but you're free, unbound, you've lost the net
hold on tight, we're speeding now,
just run girl.... run
that purple light in morning skies?
seems you aren't who you were thinking,
tomorrow's here, time flies
have you thought where you are?
run, girl... run
creation's going crazy on you,
yet you slipping so calmly on,
looks like you going to remember,
the way a self is born
keep those eyes open now,
and run girl... run
you find a hand in yours, you smile,
too blurred to see faces yet,
look back, look forth, there's only light,
but you're free, unbound, you've lost the net
hold on tight, we're speeding now,
just run girl.... run
Saturday, June 07, 2008
rose red
inside her house of daffodils,
she let her days go by,
they plucked out all the flowers one day,
and told her not to cry.
she searched the meadows for scented bloom,
but returned, an empty heart,
it rained on her that night so long,
the stars had played their part.
but tasting hope and tear and rain,
a rose burst out from dust,
it reached out for the golden skies,
another day came like it must.
she saw the rose's deepening hue,
and wondered why it blushed,
she gathered it in her empty arms,
back to the day she rushed.
when night fell dark, she held the rose,
withering, yet fragrant still,
and wondered why it smelled so sweet,
though it wasn't a daffodil.
she let her days go by,
they plucked out all the flowers one day,
and told her not to cry.
she searched the meadows for scented bloom,
but returned, an empty heart,
it rained on her that night so long,
the stars had played their part.
but tasting hope and tear and rain,
a rose burst out from dust,
it reached out for the golden skies,
another day came like it must.
she saw the rose's deepening hue,
and wondered why it blushed,
she gathered it in her empty arms,
back to the day she rushed.
when night fell dark, she held the rose,
withering, yet fragrant still,
and wondered why it smelled so sweet,
though it wasn't a daffodil.
Wednesday, April 09, 2008
have you ever touched life....
there comes a time in life, when your childish fantasies start to look ridiculously colorful, and a giant black hole in your heart sucks them all inside. and the yellows and reds all fade to black and white.
you walk into the "real world".
that's where i found myself the other day. at first it appeared like i was rudely pushed into it. and then, like it weighs down everyone else, it anchored me to its gray infertile ground. and there i remained. afraid to be too happy, holding my lips down with a frown when i smiled, guarding my step if i spring too much, watching my lips if they hum that delicious song....
if it reads like another dreamer martyred then it probably isnt. martyrdom is too important a word to be used for an event this commonplace. today, i choose to glorify the other kind of people, who aren't martyrs, who don't suffer and sacrifice, they "live", in such an absolute way that the air around them breathes life into others.
they aren't weighed down by real world. they aren't even aware of it. they walk around, free spirits, because they can see the color that we dont. they don't look down to see if they're leavin their footprints or their mark. they look ahead because the world is theirs, and they are free to walk. they drink from fountains that spring up just for them, not because they are born lucky, but because they dream in the real world, their eyes paint color in the gray skies.
they laugh, untempered by doubts. loud and pure. their laughter is music, tugging at our heart, tickling the "ourselves" that we've allowed to vanish into the black holes in our hearts. they smile, a smile that starts in their eyes, and is mirrored on our lips, and in our hearts that ache dully at the memory of beauty. they have miseries, but they are hope themselves. they make you understand, that beauty is a feeling inside you, and beauty is all you feel when you look at them live.
sometimes they stop to shake hands with you. your eyes can then paint colour into the skies, not because they taught you how, but because their touch is what god meant life to be. in their eyes they carry the whole world that you have locked up inside your heart, the color, the music, the laughter. how many worlds they are inside themselves, you may never understand, but when they speak, they sound like they are completing your unfinished symphonies, singing your unsung songs and adressing your forgotten dreams.
but they don't know your eyes and your heart. they are only being romanced by their own lives.
you want to look into their eyes some more, you want to hold their hands and hear them, to feel the beauty inside you, to see your dreams again, to experience pure love.
but they move on, because they are the unbound free. they take nothing from you, but they leave their eyes on you, and all those worlds in their eyes to call yours, they leave the color in your skies, and the smile on your lips, they leave your heart in the hands of yourself...
the real world becomes a pallete to color, and you know, for always, inside your heart, that you have known the resonance of true beauty, love and hope........
you walk into the "real world".
that's where i found myself the other day. at first it appeared like i was rudely pushed into it. and then, like it weighs down everyone else, it anchored me to its gray infertile ground. and there i remained. afraid to be too happy, holding my lips down with a frown when i smiled, guarding my step if i spring too much, watching my lips if they hum that delicious song....
if it reads like another dreamer martyred then it probably isnt. martyrdom is too important a word to be used for an event this commonplace. today, i choose to glorify the other kind of people, who aren't martyrs, who don't suffer and sacrifice, they "live", in such an absolute way that the air around them breathes life into others.
they aren't weighed down by real world. they aren't even aware of it. they walk around, free spirits, because they can see the color that we dont. they don't look down to see if they're leavin their footprints or their mark. they look ahead because the world is theirs, and they are free to walk. they drink from fountains that spring up just for them, not because they are born lucky, but because they dream in the real world, their eyes paint color in the gray skies.
they laugh, untempered by doubts. loud and pure. their laughter is music, tugging at our heart, tickling the "ourselves" that we've allowed to vanish into the black holes in our hearts. they smile, a smile that starts in their eyes, and is mirrored on our lips, and in our hearts that ache dully at the memory of beauty. they have miseries, but they are hope themselves. they make you understand, that beauty is a feeling inside you, and beauty is all you feel when you look at them live.
sometimes they stop to shake hands with you. your eyes can then paint colour into the skies, not because they taught you how, but because their touch is what god meant life to be. in their eyes they carry the whole world that you have locked up inside your heart, the color, the music, the laughter. how many worlds they are inside themselves, you may never understand, but when they speak, they sound like they are completing your unfinished symphonies, singing your unsung songs and adressing your forgotten dreams.
but they don't know your eyes and your heart. they are only being romanced by their own lives.
you want to look into their eyes some more, you want to hold their hands and hear them, to feel the beauty inside you, to see your dreams again, to experience pure love.
but they move on, because they are the unbound free. they take nothing from you, but they leave their eyes on you, and all those worlds in their eyes to call yours, they leave the color in your skies, and the smile on your lips, they leave your heart in the hands of yourself...
the real world becomes a pallete to color, and you know, for always, inside your heart, that you have known the resonance of true beauty, love and hope........
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