Centred

Blown about the wind from being and not being with you
Its time to come home
Willing myself to cut the strings that you keep tugging
As soon as I decidedly wander farther forever
I no longer puppet dance to the tune you play
My own rhythm in head,
I sojourn the vast horizons
of infinite possibilities

Wayward and Homeward

You love me, this I know
But you and I spent our time that fate gave
Impossible to reclaim
Truth revealed itself like river that divides
You cannot give me what I desire, nor I you
Why can’t love be enough?

Longing

Do you think of me?
When the sun rises, when the moon floats

Do you think of me?
In your deepest despair, your joyous moments

Do you think of me?
When your head hits the pillow

Do you dream of me?
As I do with every breath I breathe

Soulmate

Love doesn’t demand that you sacrifice
give ultimatums or that you conform or merge
You accept them for who they are with all of their so-called “faults” you see
embracing the whole and not merely selective sum of their parts
Love doesn’t ask you to give up your friends, hobbies, your favourite TV programmes, your career

“You complete me”

As romantic as it sounds, resentment sets in as your soul cries out
to be true to yourself, to honour your hopes dreams, desires.
The walls resurrect between you and your “other half”
as you need as opposed to want
as you chip away at yourself slowly in the name of love
and give up pieces of yourself as opposed to giving of yourself.

Love doesn’t ask to sacrifice anything, but simply to be all that is...you

Be

Be still
take a moment
breathe
let your soul speak
mind dream
heart hope

You are glorious
Yes, it's all possible and more
Believe

For those who cannot afford to scream

Chaos all around - Dante’s favourite place. It’s an emotional carnage no one should have to ever endure. In those moments when the human soul cracks and renders forth torrential tears. Those moments when agony pours out helplessly, and open mouthed, an endless involuntary wail escapes.

Sirens’ Screams honour the injustice of desloate dark moment which the mind, eyes and ears refuses to accept and subject itself to.

Panic, resistance, anguish, horror, terror, gives birth to collective sobs, hair tearing, beating of the chest, running, falling. Yet even the honouring of the soul by expression is denied to those few, who are the watchful guardians in the dark. A few whose calling is to prevent fragility of the situation from falling into utter despair and hopelessness. Mothers, policeman, war veteran, doctors, teachers – whose chosen path required them at one moment of another to ignore their soul’s painful and rightful screeching so that others have the luxury of healing. So that their screams could one day turn into butterflies of hope.

Those guardians turn their backs, collect their breaths and cage their screaming soul, so they may comfort others who they have sworn to protect.

Proof of pudding

Proof of a pudding is..... in the eating! No one else can experience those melt-in-your-mouth moments, the taste, texture, sensation, perfume, flavour, zest and scent of life other than you. I can describe it, rhyme it, but you will never know the decadent deliciousness or the deluded deception from words alone. Don't whisper words, show me - so I know, with all my being, what you are trying to tell me. The world is a forgotten library, shelved with unspoken words, uninvented ideas, unexpressed love, empty promises. Sometimes, it feels like the whole world is afraid of its own alchemy. Intentions are all too often a camouflage for inaction - a fog which dissipates with the sun or wind. Lets weave the best of of ourselves, plunge into the unknown, celebrate our bodies, express our minds, expose our souls, live the dream, bedazzle, dare, risk, plunge.

Here, now, be.... I am

Pendulum Between Worlds

I believe in dreams. In living as opposed to merely existing. In dancing rather than walking. In a strange epoch where people are required to offer on the alter third of their lives to exist, I want that third to be joy-filled, creative, soulful, thought-provoking, ecstatic, passionate, orgasmic, challenging... I oscillate between dream and reality, ordinary and fantasy, requirement and abandonment, necessity and extravagance. In a world where the only sentinel between living dreams and settling for mundane is fear, and the key for unlocking, hope, I continue to swing back and forth between the two worlds. Inhalation and exhalation of time reminds us that the only moment worthy of recognition is now....

to take that leap of faith

Fade Away

Despite intertwining souls and their significance, the yarn is untangled and rolled out into two separate strings. I'd like to think the lessons learnt, the past that made it what it is, means that there there is meaning, fondness and appreciation for all that was. Even if the person that you thought they were or wanted them to be doesn't turn out, what was once should still be. You don't change overnight or become clouded by delusions. The laughter, the love, the admiration and fondness should still remain. Perhaps not, when regrets stain the bedsheets and there is anger and blame you'd rather not place on yourself but on your once significant other. So your dreams can be softer, gentler than the judgment you place on others.

Do what you need to do.
Its ok, it'll all fade away, but you will always be.

Blame

It's easy to play with the truth, since there is no objectivity. To absolve the self from responsibility or to place the blame on another. It's all in the eyes of the beholder. And yet, its not easy to shoulder the blame based on someone else's version of the truth, or their omission. Even if one is honourable, one is not and still loses since the beholder is the judge, the executioner and the blamer. Once when you could do no wrong, now all you are is a mountain of blame.