I am You...

You're my rain that has still not stopped pouring,
pouring down the moving shadows, mellowing, sometimes
heavy, sometimes shallow, drizzling slowly and falling
drops creating ripples, spreading ultimately just disappearing...

You're my breeze that fondles me, embracing all the time
like the wind at the sea shore engulfing the horizon with love
you're just around me, and I breathe you into me,and I just lay behind,
leaving myself so free, to fall into your hands, so safe...

You're my endless dream, of hope and adoration
my prayer everyday to keep me smiling, like the happy flower
that bloomed in the garden, so pretty, mild, and elegant,
only to bloom again, into eternity, of that endless dream...

You're the sunshine of my dreams, that I awaited,
so long, dreaming, feeling, just seeing in front of me...
that presence, so divine, so pure, gripping my thoughts, emotions,
so much close to me, now merged into your love, serenity...

You're my shadow that is still travelling along,
moving with me through my paths, always together,
holding my hands, never separate, so much so inseparable
my shadow just plain and clear, you are me...

Against Contradictions

My drifting thoughts, once and again,

It drifts, sways to and fro and sometimes

Slips into depths, but I hold them

Back gripping my hold, so soft

And tender, so mild and meager.

My thoughts often wander into contradictions,

So many truths which stay so aghast

In front of me, but my thoughts somehow

Reassure, with a feeling of certainty, the

Non-existence of those contradictions.

The small portion of my mind, holds a dream

So strong and its desire overwhelmed

And I dream, as though in trance and

Chant my words of prayer, so true and wanted

And I feel passion can overcome facts.

In this new phase of my thoughts, the

Newborn aroma and hope, assuring, brings

Me into an avenue of expectations,

Of my prayers just so blissful, and happy

And swaying, now much less than before.

It is as though a flute, singing its music unto me,

Filling me with the hope for that future

That I dreamt, so much and still

A dream that is on the way of fulfillment,

The mind says it all to me, a sense, happiness, hope and desire.

Mockery

My mind is scorched, and dry in this

Unbeaten heat, so parched

And cracked, breaking through

My veins intact.

And it is tight and pressure just

Heaving up and raising high,

And a sense of breathlessness is engulfing me

So much twisting my neck, so hard.

The breeze once so cool, shriveled and

Chill, now it beats on my face,

So sharp, the coolness is only a feel of numbness,

A feel? No, sans-feel…

The flowers only stood so still and

They no longer swayed or danced, smiled,

Or sang their once so beautiful songs

For me, now in this midst of unearthing solitude…

A sense of fear, so chilling, as though

A prickly ice point sliding through my veins

With the coolness to melt, yet with the

Sharpness to wound me and pacify with the cold…

This phase, just glaring onto my face,

And the mockery of those dolls in front of me,

I look at them and they at me, I stay motionless,

numb, and they, they laugh their clown-ly laughter at me…