In Praise of You

Oh what pleasure!

Hot cocoa and creme brulee,

Bonfires in a freezing Shimla night,

happy faces of strangers in packed buses.

 

When you speak with me,

time smiles back.

 

Voices drop suddenly,

autumn leaves turn to listen.

That heady, rippling, cascading sound.

 

When you laugh with me,

the world stands still.

 

Your tales speak of a magic,

that see through hearts,

that kick start my pulse.

 

When I weave my matrix of words,

your stories take a special place.

 

Things get simple.

Corners everywhere.

The honey in your wisdom,

sweetens my thoughts.

 

The world seems fickle,

fragile love, tough to keep.

Like ships adrift, fearful of anchors.

Yet you are sturdy,

an oak that holds me.

 

I believe I am gifted,

heaven’s true child.

Happy in my company.

When did you ease your way in?

 

Don’t know if I am right,

but can’t say this is a mistake.

When you seem so different.

Maybe we will make a life,

touch our souls and never leave.

Imagine how wild that would be!

 

Love Is

Too many exes,

just one love.

It’s real,

a tad surreal.

I suspect a plot.

Eyes tuned in,

searching for cues.

They seem amiss.

Should I give up?

Give in?

Perhaps it’s true.

Perhaps all that’s said of love is true.

I am no pretty flower.

My petals are bruised.

Yet.

This feeling,

it’s in full bloom.

Nature’s startling hand.

Effortless.

Deep.

Sudden.

In disbelief,

I think,

“believer I”.

Just Love

When the oceans rise,

and the skies fall.

Where the infinities meet.

An explosion of divinity.

A deafening quietness.

Seeping,

a trickle a time.

The sudden slowness

of love,

acknowledged.

A beauty,

within the halo of darkness.

Terms of engagement

My passion is not compassion.

My love is not kind.

                             If you want comfort and your loneliness erased,

                             get a pillow and a dog.