The narratives of you and me

This is why I know you

and my calculation of the heart

revolves around the myths I manufacture

around me

I have my reasons sorted out

or so they seem to be

it is about me

and what I perceive I believe in

I love to have that meaning

that defines me

When I walk that boulevard with you

I look at the colorless rain filled sky

and your red color fashion statement

howsoever absurd it may seem

tends to reflect your candor

or that's what I gather

there are many "I's" in what I am writing here

When I close my eyes and try to breathe deeper

while flying from one thought

to other silly innuendo

I see you face, clear without blemishes

and in the circle of white translucent light

smiling, head tilted towards me

while you listen to what I say

When I look at everything with love

I seem to transcend the transactional

the semantics of you and me

is surely menial to

what we feel

when we sit quietly

with each others' warmth

If I just "be",

I am me

and you are you

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Rise with you

When the sun stretches its golden arms, and the morning whispers your name, I think of you, steady as the tide, warm as the hearth, a beacon in the quiet storm. Your laughter, a melody that dances through the chaos, a song I hum when the world grows heavy. Your spirit, unyielding, a tree rooted deep, its branches reaching for the infinite sky. In your presence, I am more. Not because you fill me, but because you remind me of the light I carry within. You are the mirror that reflects the beauty I often forget. Together, we are a symphony— not perfect, but alive, each note a testament to the joy of being seen, of being known. You are my safe harbour, my compass in the wild, my friend, my love, my vista And when the night falls, and the stars blink awake, I will rise with you not above, not below, but besides, always besides, in the quiet grace of this boundless love. And when the night descen...

On a special note (Haikus)

She crosses many paths And the Sun is down Her hands are curious Laughter reverberated with ease The sound of a window opening Sky is lit Love, an enigma She looks at her glasses Who is smiling now? Richness of the emotions The eyes look benign Realm of endless thoughts Great is the morning The book falls She touches her mind

The ballad of hazardous (or blissful) cascades of emotions

Sometimes the illusion of a happening happens sometimes the emotions roll over sometimes the pathogens of spilled over desire sabotages the pilgrimage of the heart sometimes it is good to divert attention towards the non-attentive nerves sometimes it is okay to be what we are sometimes it is really a exhilaration of the existential to be in those moments of rapture where time ceases to exist and you and me measure the moment through a deeper turmoil of being alive sometimes it is good to fall sometimes the brain functions paralyzes and the raw nerves get pricked up sometimes we gain our sanity by responding to the deep trance of the emotional and the physical Sometimes we need to paraphrase guilt when love envelopes our being, there is an absence of guilt and presence of something divine, something which cannot be deciphered, defined or even transferred to someone else's perspective What happened was something that would have happened in a dream Sometimes there is a n...

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