I will never return again

I have left that corner,

i used to frequent daily,

and the rest of the day,

that corner stayed in my heart.

I have left the sunlit, dreamy path

leading to the corner,

I used to wait by,

and the rest of the day,

the wait for that corner,

lingered in my heart.

I have left that corner far behind,

where, like the promised ray of light

i touched you every day

I have left that corner,

far behind.

I have kept in my heart bitter sweet tastes

of your words,

I have kept in a knot

some beautiful nights of wait.

I have in my smile the brightness of

those lovely days.

I have held tight the rope of the new day

I have left that corner behind

where like on canvas

you left few colors on my face.

On that corner,

one day,

your colors were not enough.

i wiped them of my face,

I stil carry those wiped colors

on my hand though,

but i will never return again.

Don't look at me..

my whispers will reach your

imagination.

Don't you worry.

Every time your eyes

heave a sigh,

and want to look at me,

ill be there,

i will hold your hand,

I will smile back at you,

i will fold my voice in neat folds

and send it your way.

but hold your breath

don't look at me.

I can't stop thinking about the darkness

in which you hide your face.

Your thoughts keep my room alight

even in the darkest hour of the night.

and

your presence makes me smile,

but,

don't look at me,

don't look into my eyes.

If you must,

soak my glow,

let me just look away,

my eyes burn

and still cannot light your darkness,

consumed by longing,

they are ablaze.

Then let me pretend,

I am shy, if you insist to look at me,

and let me look away,

if i cannot light your place...

imagining your gaze

troubles me in here...

Don't look,

till I can look into your eyes.

You, me, it.

Is it me, or is this you?
Something breathes heavily under my skin.
Tonight,
I will sit by my window,
my stranger my heart's kin.
Take me along, I'll ride with you,
or should I surrender,
without any battle and let it win?
It was me, no longer 'it' I possess,
and a battle ground is prepared within.

What is now is not always...

A sudden gush of wind,
wrapped the fragrance of my 'now' around me....
How innocent was i to believe that I could wear it all day!!

A moment ago, the ground that touched my feet,
made me realize,
that it is not going to kiss my feet again.

My emotions are going to change their color,
so will my sighs,
things that sadden me now,
are not going to be my woes always...

Its a gift that, things are not permanently positioned,
or maybe a curse,
what ever comprises of my wisdom,
I hope will not stand in the way of this mysterious interplay.

Interplay,
Interplay of light and darkness.
Do any of those exist?
Or maybe the presence of one contains
the identity of the others' name.

What would be life if everything I know now ,
is all that there is to learn and know,
there would be nothing to learn or live for ever again...

I am ..!

I am the rain that drops on the forsaken soil,
or the smile that comes up like a rainbow after a night of turmoil...
The shades that I carry bask in light...
My soul searches a meaning in earth's every sigh..
I could say I am an enigma, but so is the universe...
I am the whole.. or the whole resides in I?

And I see it this way...

I read somewhere that to love someone.. you need to know him objectively.. !!

Never realised that this small truth can change the way I look at things. There are so many hidden meanings that words can portray. I think nothing on this world has the capacity to turn the whole direction of our thoughts, our being like words have. I am amazed that how these lines n paper can produce meaning which magically transforms lives, gives strengths, comes out as a prayer, softly from frail lips and sometimes as curses that can shake you from the very being, these words have the most versatile, dynamic personality. I sometimes wonder, if they had a life of their own! how would they be like. Would the word 'The' be mighty and arrogant and how different words would change their personality when spoken with different tones.. 

Well that is a fantasy world. But coming back to what i read.. that to love someone you need to know that person objectively. You need to have knowledge about that person as he is, as he exists not how he functions in your orbit, in your own little universe. 

I remember my father telling me while introducing the wonderful world of books to me that Love of Knowledge is the supreme love! Well, that makes more sense now. Its not only the knowledge that is worldly and found in books, its your overall relationship with the word knowledge and how you introduce the word in whatever you do.. Its like introducing that word in all spheres of your life and then deepening your knowledge about it as well.. 

Loving someone should never be your  need or requirement its what nature has conspired you to do, so enter this mysterious arena with your senses that are tuned to know and love, rather than tuning in the way you want to and wanting to see how you wanted to, that would create disturbing expectations. Remove the coloured glass and try to objectively look at the person with eyes that seek to know more, the expectation part will slowly disappear. you see, just like two people who cant stand each other.

Yayiiii I love words... And love to Love..