Soul…

The night is mine

The darkness’s languor

Sweet love

Sweetest succour.

Thoughts of you

When are welcome

To you do I

Surrender now.

The light time hours

Are given to them

The world and its wife

The lust, the bedlam.

In the solitude of dark

Opens up my soul

Questing its matching piece

Giving up every thought foul.

Evening’s allure on me

A siren song it casts

Promises of wildest love

Deepest love holds me fast.

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Motivation…

Motivation can come from any unexpected source… So, friends, do not discount that graffiti on the sidewalk or the hurtful words of your so-called enemy… Whatever the source maybe, welcome motivation always. You never know when it may become your next great idea…

Keep walking…

Presence…

A Presence

Around me

Restless

I be.

Welcomes him

My darkness

Adding more

To the inner mess.

Truth or fiction

A figment of imagination?

A tangible quality

Or of sick mind, a creation?

Hazy, blurred lines

His character undefined

Physicality I see

Rest yet to find.

A presence near me

24 X 7 it be.

Emotions tangled

Catch 22 it be.

Pondering…

Life…. It takes you in such myriad directions…. You never know where you gonna find yourself… Just that somehow you have reached someplace you never thought to find yourself in in the first place…

Complicated yet exhilarating it is… Full of ups and downs, highs and lows, times good and bad… Each leaves a mark on you and slowly, silently passes away…

All you can do is experience them as they pass you by, learn from them and move on with your life… Nothing more and nothing less…. There’s nothing else in your control… How do you try to control the strong undercurrents of swift flowing water? You can’t… So is life… All you can try to do is coexist with her symbiotically as she passes you by… That’s the best you can do… If not, then live parasitically on your life. Let things happen to you instead of making things happen in your life…

Keep walking….:D

Question…

Is it true that after a certain age you need someone? Or is it possible to have your cake and eat it too? I find myself pondering this question with increasing frequency nowadays yet I’m nowhere near enough to an answer, a revelation of sorts…

There’s also the fear of rejection from one as I have BPD… I wonder if the fear is justified…

Till then…

Keep Walking…

A Dream…

Somewhere out there

Like the age-yellowed pages

Of a much-read book

Is a love that you yearned for

A love that you deserve.

Like the journey of sun

Towards the evening

The sacrifice of night

Towards the dawn

There is one love

Waiting for you.

The insistence of the river

To flow down to the sea

The thundering of storm clouds

Bold declaration of ardour

In its own time

It will come to you.

So take a deep breath

Stay just another moment

Maybe at the next bend

In the road it’s waiting

With the sweetest hug

Or surprise o’er your shoulders.