Find your Neverland

Find your Neverland

Of fairies and pirates Of Indians and gargoyles Of fantasy and make-believe Of love, escape and blue skies To find for yourself That place of retreat That world of no time That dream with hues aureate Is not difficult or impossible Is actually simple and with ease If in your mind you are able To imagine, believe and see what will please So look for her and find her That sojourn of many dreams The one place you can escape to When all else seems too real Find your Neverland In him or her or it In anything that helps you escape And elude time even for a bit Because in that place Everything is right And all that brings you pain Will fade into the night When pain chokes you When reality breaks you Close your eyes and see That place of hope and beauty But remember, whenever you visit Neverland Keep your mind free Of doubt and hesitation For that will away her breathe Your mind and Imagination Hold the key So enter there wisely And preserve her for eternity

Afraid

Afraid

Afraid to love you, More afraid to lose Bound by a present That prevents me to choose But I don’t want to Let love pass me by I want to give and recieve And hope it is worth the try When filled with doubt About how I feel and need I immediately shy away And seethe silently within my greed Fear makes me this way Alone and lonely to stay When will I awake from this simulated stupor? When will I learn to stop pushing you away? Each time you tell me I feel your words resonate I know there is no more real truth Capable of sealing my fate So I will try and I will labour To be who I am without losing me To love truly and endlessly Because you make me a better me For time may sway in and away Giving and taking with the same charity But carrying on is always worth it For it is but memories that make up reality

Tete-a-tete

Tete-a-tete

Why does it have to be this way? Why do u fly away? Why are you never here to stay? When I want you the most I do not know why I merely take flight That is what I do, despite cries And prayers for respite Why does it always happen? Constantly, persistently and frequently With the same harsh, maiming effect When you are supposed to cause change I do cause change Because that is what I do But I have no control over what happens As Change and Choice are two Why is it so difficult? Why does it never get easier? Why do you always make it harder? When you are supposed to heal and soothe I heal those who want to be healed I love those who want to feel love I find those who want be found And you obviously are not of such drove When will I ever learn? When will I ever be free? When will I ever be able to see? Of the life I dream of, bereft of your shackles Only when you want to More than anything else in the world I am incapable of taking from you The one thing that you take from the world How do you wield such power? How do you know of such hope? How have you been given such strength? When you remain alone and unknown I am power I am hope I am strength How have you not known? Will I get to see you? Will I know who you are? Will I ever walk with you? Being of whom I am enthralled and in awe You already see, because you know You already know, because you are You already are, because you walk Being who is unique and rare

Off the Road

Off the road

He returned that night Only to never walk through the door again He sneaked away, no idea why Only if he could tell me..why then?  He went to his favourite stretch Of curves and blinding streak He revved his engine To feel his thrill for speed He drove off, Off the road And was found, Lost and out of mode I wasn’t there, To witness the disaster To experience the pain and loss That refuses to register after But when I heard, I knew No little accident would keep him He was dead, I knew No alternative explanation was possible I arrived to a home I knew no longer I soothed a couple who had lost all I stood and spoke amidst everyone And told myself he was not gone He is still in the universe He is still around He hasn’t left me, how could he? When he is all I have as ground. I still shiver, I still shake To think I may be wrong To believe that he will never really go And leave me with my horrors for long A song from the radio A movie we watched A person we laughed at Is that all I have got? I am constantly reminded He still loves me But my baseless reality Refuses to feel this with sincerity The palatial bungalow I will never own The Harley I will never proudly gift The countries we will never visit together Is ironically what keeps me adrift Because in hoping and believing That we will do what we wanted to Lies the hope of my existence And my home of true bliss

Like light unlearning herself

Like light unlearning herself

I have known her long enough, To feel I have known her before me I think she reflects my every thought And is the real-life mirror of me She is the only woman I can understand and feel And the moments we have shared Are crystals of time suspended in reel The journey with her Has been blissful yet sharp The time spent with her Has taught me more than I can grasp We move in and out of Our respective spirals That overlap and intertwine And ultimately bind us in silence It still remains a whole new world Of experiences and hope Although we know our walk Is but of pre-orchestrated scope It is the same yet new It is untold yet renewed It is like light unlearning herself Each time she dons a new hue

Cross-Purposes

Cross-Purposes

She doesn’t tell him she loves him She doesn’t tell him when she is blue She would rather dwell in her misery Despite knowing he will find out without being given a clue She loves him silently and in private She despises him and demeans him in public She pretends her heart is bereft of jealousy But is filled with rage the moment he mentions a frolic She has had them all: simple, complex and plain She has loved them too She has broken them all: gingerly, harshly and with pain And wishes now, something had remained He loves her more than anything He tells her this openly He has put everything on the line In the hope she will return some occassionally He stands by her always He watches as she strides Through her battered, torn existence And offers whatever He can provide He has loved her only: then, now and for always He has no greater joy He has been broken endlessly: by her repetitive chasms and frays And hopes someday He will suffice They stand at cross-purposes They await the other’s change They live without existing In a world of beings strange

They love each other. There is no loneliness like theirs.

They love each other There is no loneliness like theirs They need each other There is no happiness like theirs When apart, they wonder When together, they share When speaking, they picture When listening, they bare They remain their selves When they be together For complete unity of both Will lose all, one or the other They hope for the other And enjoy this truth That in each other’s joy Is the only fruit They love each other There is no loneliness like theirs Will they stay with each other And make this happiness theirs?

Cross-Purposes

Cross-Purposes

She doesn’t tell him she loves him She doesn’t tell him when she is blue She would rather dwell in her misery Despite knowing he will find out without being given a clue She loves him silently and in private She despises him and demeans him in public She pretends her heart is bereft of jealousy But is filled with rage the moment he mentions a frolic She has had them all: simple, complex and plain She has loved them too She has broken them all: gingerly, harshly and with pain And wishes now, something had remained He loves her more than anything He tells her this openly He has put everything on the line In the hope she will return some occassionally He stands by her always He watches as she strides Through her battered, torn existence And offers whatever He can provide He has loved her only: then, now and for always He has no greater joy He has been broken endlessly: by her repetitive chasms and frays And hopes someday He will suffice They stand at cross-purposes They await the other’s change They live without existing In a world of beings strange

Muddy Images of my Maimer

She crept into my bed everyday To play a game she called ‘Sanjay and Rema’ She held me close to her And made me feel bare I looked forward to this displeasure With an eagerness of a child who knew no better They pushed me off my bike one evening Amidst the people who strolled without feeling They knew what they wanted from me And I gave not knowing what I was losing infinitely I haunt my sleep with silent screams And am broken within my stoic dreams I hate her still, I loathe them yet I hope to live despite my regret With these images of endless maimer I hide my past beneath my exterior

Love and whatever it is about

To know you are alone Is to know you are without To understand you need someone Is to acknowledge you are out Of self-belief and confidence, and need Love and whatever it is about To see this in full light Is to let darkness in To want more than you have Is to let darkness win To give away what u have Is to trade with another your within This is what he is Powerful in his might Hopeful in his promises Darkness is my light With bright depression awaiting me at the seams He is the warm body for my night Time is all that separates us A being given far more strength than it possesses Darkness and I understand this And fear not the distance between us Because in understanding that darkness is light Time is but a memory that fades without a fuss When the truth is seen against dark light It sears even the eyes of the tearless one With the power of breaking you from within It stares you in the face with kindness none And eventually you are left hoping in the truth of promises you have won That is all you are left with Alone and without Hopeful promises and occasionally warm beds Walking in and walking proud Desperately hoping and praying you do not need Love and whetever it is about.