Joy

I know that you're not my other half
no one is
That I myself complete me
So why does the world seem more vibrant
more alive
more meaningful
When shared...

Shared with you?

Denial

All the things you dislike about me

are all the things you despise about yourself

in the moments of honesty

when you admit that they exist...

The Scientist

"Come up to meet you, tell you I'm sorry
You don't know how lovely you are
I had to find you, tell you I need you
Tell you I set you apart

Tell me your secrets and ask me your questions
Oh, let's go back to the start
Running in circles, coming up tails
Heads on a science apart

I was just guessing at numbers and figures
 Pulling the puzzles apart
Questions of science, science and progress
Do not speak as loud as my heart

But tell me you love me, come back and haunt me
Oh and I rush to the start
Running in circles, chasing our tails
Coming back as we are

Nobody said it was easy
Oh, it's such a shame for us to part
Nobody said it was easy
No one ever said it would be so hard
I'm going back to the start..."
                                                                           Lyrics by Coldplay

Courting

Revealing the best of yourself, conveying your intense spiralling-out-of-control love and affection. Breathing eachother in, appreciating every word, action, feelings, attention. Attentive, watchful, careful, tender, loving, caring, like newly hatched chick warm in your palm.

How soon after does the moon wane. Where “I love you”‘s have become a greeting. Other things and people capture attention.

That you no longer take the time to listen with your being, as through embracing all he has to say, as though she is the only one in the room. No one else matters.

No longer worshipping, ambivalent, to her little smiles, to his breakfasts in bed, to her little gestures, to his interests. Instead, routine sets in - carelessly comfortable, treating eachother like beloved ornaments in a house, where once stood a soulmate.

She’ll always be there. Or will he?

Sailing the Milkyway

Image by: Tom Lowe

Floating the galaxy, I dream

like stars we gaze upon
visible and present, but tells
a past of a light years ago

Do I wish upon it
as it appears to the eye?
real, tangible, warm and blazing?

or is it a mere story, a dream, a whisper
foretold and foregone?

The Kiss

"The Kiss"  Gustav Klimt

Liquid eyes conveying intensity
Of the unspoken
Instinctual body in recognition,
Held breath, tense muscles, hummingbird heartbeat
Time stops and the body hums
vibrating like single stroke of a bow on cello string
Resin evaporating in the air as friction dissolves into a rich note

Pulsating
nothing else exists
Hazy dream,
Mind struggling to connect with the quivering body
Burning....aching....anticipating....
in a drugged state of awakeness
million beating wings

can’t breathe, can’t think, can’t resist
Infinite millisecond
Before your lips meet mine

Soft

misty membrane
Am porous
to life's gifts
hope, love, joy
despair, grief, desolation
darkness deserts me
vividly wildly i dream
tonight, everynight, every moment.

WYSIWYDG

Words are larger than life, infinite and carelessly thrown about

Easier to utter than to live up to

Oxymoron to camoflauge real feelings, true actions, ommission

People often say "What You See Is What You Get"

Don't assume, or presume to know, you say

Yet what I see is not what you say

What you do is not what you feel

What you feel is not what you reveal

Do you hate or love? Do you judge or accept? Do you hope or despair? Are your constant smiles a front for your unspoken dark thoughts? Do you blame or understand? Do you give or take? Do you embrace or pull away?

What is Real? What do you desire? What is your tangible tactile truth you can live up to?

Love & Passion

Lovers enflamed, erupting with intense passion, horizons ablaze. Like scorched earth, unquenchable thirst, all consuming.

With all life being cyclic, feverish summer will eventually give way to autumn, then winter. Paths diverge, choices to be made, one of departure from nights of fervous affair, and another of love's dance.

Love endures when leaves start to fall. Like old friends who love and accept one another for all that they are, all that they are becoming, all that you think they lack. It doesn't demand self sacrifice, but rather giving and yielding, rendezvous and meeting of minds between two very different souls.

When snow falls, lava greets the oceans, lovers effort to acknowledge one another's essence and differences. They meet eachother in a dance of give and take, should they decide to waltz. And if they dance, the cooled magma will surely give birth to coral reefs, gems, and infinite planktons.

Invisible Bond

Image: 'Ashes and Snow' by Gregory Colbert

"[Friendship] is but the discovery of ourselves in others and the delight in recognition"..."for we look not with our eyes but with the mind"...

Fluid, resilient and enduring, like mist churning itself into fog, soaring high, transforming into bubbly cumulonimbus. It opens up, pours itself onto unquenched earth, to birth new life, to turn itself into oceans. Like elements, it evolves but its essence remains. Once the mind meets, it pierces past all boundaries - language, religion, time, age culture, gender. Iff true, it seldom breaks, through turmoils, deaths, marriages, divorces, failed projects, distances. Unlike blood bonds of family, it is carefully and deliberately chosen or severed.

Passionate and heated arguments, hurtful words, disagreements, third party gossips, do not dissuade. Once formed, your worst qualities, failures, negatives are inconsequent and they remain, through it all. Accepting you for who you are, for all that you are, they hold your hand through trauma till early morn; listens without resentment to your sorrows, even if it was caused by your own actions and omissions; amplifies your triumphs and magnifies your successes. No problems or joys are too big or small. Silent selfless mutual giving has no oaths - only meeting and parting of minds.

Constant and steady, they show you the light in despair, your strengths in weakness, dreams where all hopes are lost. They wear the mast of truth even when it hurts. They are there for you for no other reason than because you said you had a bad day.