with apologies to rumi

with apologies to rumi …

1.

nothing splinters so painfully, as the heart that feels too much. 

2.

we are nothing if we are not something to somebody.

3.

what good is the beauty of this world if our eyes are clouded by tears.

4.

the air passing through the flute seeks nothing, yet invisibly, obliviously, creates music.

5.

the waves that wash ashore cleanse the muddied seas, while cleansing muddied feet.

6.

the blood runs unendingly through our veins, to comfort us when we need to be still.

7.

the river of life achingly reaches for the vast sea, even as the traveller yearns to be peacefully rooted.

8.

the tears that flow cloud eyes, shielding us from what is painful to see. 

9.

the pristine dew that nourishes the flower forms in the dark, while we curse the darkness of night.

10.

the weeping willow pines for for water, as life streams ever on.

the road

the road …

how far does this road go, this path of life, these alleyways, these avenues woven as days, weeks, months and years crumble,

leaving us, at times upright, at times staggering as we waywardly stumble.

where does this road lead to, scrambling over boulders of pained time, helplessly flailing across the unknown distance still to be tread,

looking ahead, with no map, no sense of hope nor dread, yet oblivious to the many needles of passageways yet to be thread.

when does this journey of splintered hearts and fractured souls end, with us healing many times over, scrambling around at times in the dark, knowing not what lies beyond the next bend.

whom do we choose to venture along these boulevards, hand in hand, who are the fortunate ones who have another to hold, to gaze at sunsets, as together they lovingly stand.

why do i feel stranded, as if washed up on a desolate beach, walking amongst the throng, yet with that deeper connection always just out of reach.

why do i lose myself in the cacophonous crowd, my words dissipating in the wind, my verses becoming my only shroud.

why do i walk away when joy and peace and love is within my grasp, when our fingers are entwined, when onto hope we firmly clasp.

these questions billow through the misty haze of moments that slip away, in-between honeydew kisses,  smouldering in the cauldron of desire, fleeting smiles turned to ashes by the indiscriminate fire.

these questions jabbing at the core, immersed in rivulets of tears, seeking answers about this entire parade, is it all real, or is it merely a meaningless charade.

the questions come thick and fast, assaulting the senses as one tries to make sense, of love lost, of wounds still raw, of pain, of sorrow, and of seemingly unending strife.

the answer appears, blanketing the sun, cloaking the moon, an answer so simple, yet with profundity rife.

the answer:

this is life.

“I wish I had met you earlier”

“I wish I had met you earlier“, I told her one day.

“Why?“, she asked.

“I don’t know“, I said, “though I feel we should have met when we were younger, with none of the ties that now bind us, forever apart, and when the future was but a fresh page“.

“A fresh page?”, she asked.

“A fresh page, a blank slate, for who knows what could have been“, I replied, “Yes, and perhaps our destiny would have been a shared one“, I ventured further, “a blank slate, yes, where we might have been woven together, by the hands of fate“.

“I wish we could have met earlier, I still say …

A Love so Pure

A Love so Pure …

these feelings, these emotions,

are but dandelion seeds,

adrift in the forests, swirling amongst the reeds.

this overwhelming love, this deep passion, this aching for you,

are but a yearning for something honest in a world so untrue.

these moments we spend, though we are apart, feel more real than the all the loves that have passed me by,

for it is with you, that I feel a sacred bond, a thread knotting us as one underneath the vast and glorious sky.

this thirst that ravages me, this hunger that savages me, this aching need that is felt deep within,

transcends all boundaries, deep inside the soul, beyond the superficial beauty that is merely a veneer, a skin.

these moments spent apart may feel like millennia ever so slowly hobbling along,

but what comes easily in this cruel world, let alone a confluence of souls fused together so strong.

this pain, this feeling of isolation, these pangs of longing,

cut deep, for how often does one feel such a soaring feeling of belonging.

these days, the moments, these weeks and months and years tiptoeing  past us, slowing down time like never before,

feel like an eternity, but when have we felt this way before,

stricken by a love that scorches us to our very core.

who knows, we may never meet in this world of high walls, who knows the machinations of fate, who knows that we may have to silently this love endure,

but we can, and we should, and we must, take beautiful solace,

that we have been so blessed to have touched each other,

with a love so pristine,

a love so eternally pure.

lost and found

lost and found.

1.

i was lost,

scrambling for scraps of love, of life,

desolate, empty, my heart seemed destined to ceaseless strife,

lost in between murmured promises and yearning for gay abandoned flight,

cast aside in the deep dark of night.

2.

you found me strewn across festering boulevards, you picked me up as i lay broken,

your love breathed life into my deadened soul, after all the trite words were casually spoken,

your essence, your being, lifted me, my heart once more in free joyous flight,

you found me, you saved me from myself, you ushered in spring days, after so many a corrosive night,

you found me …