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

Gloom

Blueberries gaping out of a black and white mug chiseled scraped clouds dissemination of a halo Gloom! Persecution of a perspective Shallow intercepts of void the eyes don't pop up on wit Gloom! Smile or a facade? promiscuous promises no more churlish fantasies Gloom! With a bang of sorts exuberance of a victim vivid experiences of certainties Gloom! No voice that sounds like the ocean a vacuum in reason a virtuous moral man Gloom!

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