His eyes shone like crazy diamonds...
yes floyd could'nt fathom what i saw in them

his piercing gaze with innocent clarity
searched me for what, i couldn't say...

his expression was unabashed
his eyes so true...
i just simply had to look away
even though i knew...

a little rag picker
a street urchin was he...

a decade of fending for everything
for himself
a decade since he walked this earth...
his soul was still so free...

we lock ourselves up
in expensive garbs of steel
believing that isloation
is till date, our best deal...

then his crazy diamond eyes
shone, sparkled at laughed at me...
his casual gaze liberated me...
they told me it was I decided who i wanted to be

all my problems, my stress seemed frivilous
because none of it was real, no one really cared

if i laughed i was funny
if i cried i was in pain
if i loved with abandon i was passionate without shame
i was i am, the way i live...

i am not my problems
i am not my gain
i am not the anger nor the refrain

i am the passion with which i live
the laughter and the nonchalance
of a life well lived

his hypnotic eyes reminded me
they set me free
they told me i had forgotten how to 'be'...

Parameters are crossed, boundaries blurred, differences settled and resolved, then peace prevails?

No. peace never prevails, not on the surface anyway. All that is without, bubbles with uncertainty. One change, falling into another, creating a new New.

Things that didn’t exist come into being. Things that were unspoken become the norm.
Change, is always constant they say, creation is another form of change. The challenge for creation is to withstand the odds from the matter that has been surviving, or thriving even. The challenge for something new is to be accepted by previously existing matter.

Because their survival might depend upon acceptance of the new, the unknown, the mystique that their newness brings.

For the best to retain their status, the new must be accepted, befriended even as the norm in the hope that their aura of excitement may somehow ‘rub off’ onto them, and they may have in a vain hope, laid hands on a veritable fountain of youth.

he listens as i speak of the oceans
my words ebb and flow
like waves

the tide hasn't yet arrived.
I am afraid of baring my soul

he hasn't i don't know if he ever will.
today i let down my pride
told him my troubles
then bitterly cried.

found this hard to do.
sometimes life feels so overwhelming.

this is how i can reach out i guess.
i dont know, hope it all works out for the best.

really wish i could tell him all openly
so he could comfort me
but i couldn't, though i tried.
looks like life's gonna be an unexpected ride.

I love roses. They look divine. They add beauty and display affection wherever they may be. White roses are my favourite, my love bought em all for me. I didn't want him to, but he sweetly insisted.

I love him too ;)

there is a fine line dividing love and the absence of it...you can be in, or out of it, and it all lies in the mind.

A little click of a fear, and the disconnect happens, a jolt of emotion and electricity...and you're back into it, wondering what the hell happened and why were you letting the best thing that happened to you, get away...

we have excuses for love, those of us who are wanting and needy are the ones who run the most...my heart is ailing, i won't let him get away, i'll still take my time, but no stupid mistakes this time!!!

a song plays silently...
drifting sweetly over the chilly winter air...

it is dark in the woods...
the trees lie still

a perfect silent stroll...
in the cold air so thick, at will

a whistle in a tune
that sings to the moon...

the surprising gentle sound
of whind chimes
gently making this night
so beautiful, so profound...

he kisses me tenderly...yet sometimes with a need...
his touch is like trail of fire, burning my skin...

he plays with my hair like a child who is fascinated...
he looks at me with expressions i cant read...

what is he thinking?
what made him just smile?

why does he do all this?
what makes him go the extra mile?

he treats me like a princess
charms me with his words

he is my love...
an amazing person is he...

why does he love me so?
why cant i see?

changing shapes
in the flickering light...

fallen...lifted
drowning..drifted...

a waft of something in the breeze
a sweet old nothing challenging the seas...

a red, a blue, throw in a black too...
a concoction of hues
to many too few...

a crazy look
an odd expression
could lead to an altogether new creation...

a truth and a lie
in a glass bottle vie..
for attention
for belief
then the next day die...

a flower so pretty
a gift so silly

a promise in a box
out comes a fox!

a crazy life
so brightly lit

it dazzles the eye
to a point of goodbye!

the day dawned with love
and ended with honesty

confessions were made
truths heard with complacency

the feelings not dimmed
the spirit's free

pain's been past's teacher
the lessons are well learnt

the heartache the tears
the fingers burnt

all well worth experiences
to ready oneself for moments one cherishes

Its so hard to believe its happening...yes i'm in love. It has happened. He looked great this morning...khakis and a blue shirt...

the way he held my hand and tickled my palm, teasing me...i felt like a kid. I want to talk to you more and like myself...but when and how i dont know.

i'm wearing my heart on my sleeve or on my blog rather! I need to see him again and soon. I feel lost already.

Today after a long time my heart beat this wildly....today it had a will of its own...long after all had ceased, it danced to a rhythm of its own making.

The inevitable was in the air today...it was making its presence felt...it made me afraid i didnt want it said...not yet...not now...not like this...

i dont know where it's all going...its so amazing...it may end...if not today then someday, can i be strong to live through it?

too many questions, the time is now...else all may be lost...just as i am...in the beauty of it all :)

Tonight we flew around the city...while the city glided past us...all reason was lost for the present moment...

all trouble was a mere speck to be brushed off with abandon...it may finally be happening but life has taught us both restraint...and restraint it is at the core of passion.

But we're both glad we're here, wondering if we've lost our minds completely...yet, we are quite rational when it comes to planning...what time to meet, when to leave, our minds are intact but on the edge of reason :)

presumptions are the crux of my words for as of now i speak not only for myself but for him who is listening yet silent :) i presume what he feels...

fall is upon us...as winter approaches, hopefully it will bring alongwith the chilly breeze a warm warm feeling of love :)

Hi,

this is my new home :) a place where i can speak freely as my true name is known to but a few...

gives one a lot of freedom would'nt you say :)