We grew up, maybe

Then, years go by, like the days in another world.
And some still love and others still hate.
But the memories survive,
And we all grew up,
And we all didn't.

"We do not grow absolutely, chronologically. We grow sometimes in one dimension, and not in another; unevenly. We grow partially. We are relative. We are mature in one realm, childish in another. The past, present, and future mingle and pull us backward, forward, or fix us in the present. We are made up of layers, cells, constellations. "- Anais Nin

"Growing old is mandatory; growing up is optional." -Chili Davis

"And in the end, it's not the years in your life that count. It's the life in your years."

- Abraham Lincoln

Glimpses

He smiles and I can melt,
A rag doll he is to the world,
Yet his smile lights up this world,
Keep smiling love.

He wants his hair to be set and
His pockets to be full,
No difference between us,
We are both human after all.

Keep smiling love,
And the world will follow,
Someday, some how,
The world will follow!

Lisa Love

James held my hand as we sat on the park bench. It was silent. No children in the park, no noise. He held my hand and his fingers were tangled up in mine. We spoke in silence. James was heart broken too, Lisa had meant something to him too. He wasn't there when she collapsed. He didn't feel her last breath on his skin. I did and the feeling still lingers.

I mumbled, and his grip got stronger.

"I don't know what death means anymore...where is she now?", I fumbled.

This is the question that sticks to me like glue.

"I can see her, hear her, feel her near me, but she's gone. That does not make sense..", I said.

Warm tears on my face. I cried. I'd been crying for long. Three days to be exact.
James cried too, still holding on to me.
I held out my hand, playing that day over again.

He pulled back, as if to shake me out of it.

"I'm alone now. What do I do....she's gone..", I whispered.

We sat there, crying. Our eyes never met and our hands never parted.
Lisa is gone and that will never change.

question mark

Don't question marks fasinate you??

The curve like a woman's waist...

And the exclamation mark...joyful and livid at once.

Punctuation is romantic in its own way, and what would we do without them??

) ! " ? " . ' , ' : ' ; / ( -

It lights up our pages, pages empty and dull.

And words mean more with an exclamation mark or a question mark or a comma or a full stop.
Gives the words a much needed face lift and curve.

Untitled

Colours seep through the ceiling. Maybe its imaginery, but I see them. So it makes them real to me.

Death consumes the world. And leaves us so shattered that it becomes hard for us to cry. Silence urges us to go on, breathe and stay alive.

Colours everywhere, silence too.

I see you standing near. Watching the ceiling with me.
Won't you stay longer, I think, as you move your feet away.

You say nothing, but your eyes say so much. Your smile lingers on.
Your breath on my ear still fresh. Your words still clear.

Yours Ever..

Music

Last request-Paulo Nutini. That is a song you have to listen to.

It breathes. All music breathes.
But this one, makes you breathe with it.

Words don't come easy now.
I hope you know what this means.
What the sound of the song means. Listen to it.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nFrKBrlZYPY

"Grant this last request,
And just let me hold you,
Don't shrug your shoulders,
Lay down beside me.
Sure I can accept that we're going nowhere,
But one last time just go there,
Lay down beside me."

Poetry For Thought

Title: Dreaming

Its November again,
Years go by, days feel lost.
Mechanical chores everyday,
Dreams of your smile every night.
Sorrow gazes through your dreamy eyes,
Are you really gone??
In my dreams you play with the wind and
Dance to the rain, are you still gone??

Lets pick cherries from the sky,
And roses from the sea.
While we swim through our dreams,
And soar above our faith.
The winds brings chocolates and pearls,
Pearls to wish upon and a smile to follow.
Fishes fly and whisper secrets of yesterday,
Lets listen some more, lets be here.

Its just dreams now,
Sleep induced, and memories alive.
It was the hardest pain, losing you,
Not saying everything I want to say, not sharing the silence.
I have to tell you how much I need you,
How much I love you.
So lets keep dreaming,
Sing, dance and talk, and stay alive...

-27 october 2007