Today, everyday and thereafter,
My mind wanders in the passive world of red roses, a violin and a misty evening,
A fresh bloom of smile deep within my heart,
There I see your eyes, and I wonder why I looked at the skies,
As you made me feel the touch of a galaxy nearby;
I slipped and tripped in my mind, ' I think a million times',
As if the spaceship of my thoughts went into a free fall;
Before I can speak a word, the time finishes, and its again the whole night where I spend the moments in drawing you closer to me, ' atleast in the dreams where I want to be awake'.

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Sitting across, melodic pause,
A spike of energy, and my heart tossed.
The wood ran cold under my resting arms,
As the candle extinguished between our magnetic charm;
Moonlight on your lips,
Shined like never before,
As it was hard to keep up with your words because they meant like never before;
I became an artisan for that evening,
As the normal world faded in your growing warmth;
We sat there till the morning dew settled on your soft cheeks,
And you nudged me with a soothing whisper, saying, "wake up my cherry cheese".

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It is day number 8547 since I took form of a human being,
And I felt it would have been of no significance for you and I to be born in different centuries,
One day and that was enough for me, to live.
But then lightning struck on the calm roads I was walking in,
by the strong swords of twisting winds,
And my heart knew it meant to beat forever and never pause, not even on the command of the universe.
A directory of all pieces, photos, plans that we made, places that we went to, was for me, worth more than selling half of the billion stars in the visible world,
I remember the last moment I peeked into your eyes, I could sense the stream of thunder erupting in my body,
And, as the plane took off from the runaway,
The space between us filled with stars, mountains, rivers, blue skies and fragrant forests,
as if God filled the emptiness between us with the plush creations of immortality.

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A corner, anywhere in the world- rationed sunlight, old journals, that specific stain of memories in the mind, rusty eyes, melodic aroma of drying ink gives me a scroll through my feelings as,
"I have felt the tremor of cyclonic winds and towering swells,
Minutely escaped the shaking of land underneath,
Felt the energy of colliding clouds
And absorbed the harsh summers of Tropics;
But my world stayed the same",
Until I met a soul whose presence flattened almost all the natural and artificial, living and non- living mass and material whose beauties, in my eyes, are in the books of the divine;
Every time I open the window with the chapters of then,
The intensity of her, which is still staggering, drills into my day like rainbow sunrise,
As if my heart is on radioactive medicines,
Curing the ever lasting impact of attachment.

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I wrote this on the notepad of Blue sky,
With the bold letters of my breaths and punctuation of my heart;
As the mild perfume of sun-baked Marigold surrounds me,
A sedative breeze enters my lungs,
The melody of hollow bamboo starts to form a choir,
I feel myself sinking in the soil,
All the voices in my head silences down,
I think the heavens are descending in this town,
The canopies of the jungle are replicating a crown,
I sit cold, playing the melody brown,
Taking a deep breath, in the flooding memories, I drown.

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I always remember losing track of what's happening now,
Flooding my eyes with the mist of that comfortable zone where I am standing still,
Clasping the cold railing, raising my toes and letting the reds, blues, greens and yellows of the art, life, "which I am part of", "Which I am, indeed", enter my soul and relish
That curious kid who saw beyond the sky,
That ferocious ancestor who laid the foundation of my society,
That nerdy scientist who scraped the atom with his needle,
That philosopher whose analogies formed the basis of our understanding;

We all, somewhere of the time,
Pause, reflect and feel the conditioning of our intrusive thoughts,
Those words, images and sounds come from the depth of where it all started. Feel it.

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One fine day in the solitude of a beautiful valley,
Cruising throught the maze of life,
The flow of memory pulled me back,
I rolled my eyes, sat quiet;
Your smile pecked me like a butterfly,
swiftly landing on the branch of my heart for a while;
I felt the receding sunlight on my hands,
As if your soft fingers glided through my skin;
Eyes turning liquid gold, feet laden with snow,
With the breaths losing hold,
Your obsession that evening felt like a common cold;
I closed the windows as it was a windy night,
Held your hands under my pillow and slept tight.

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Blessed to have witnessed a significant cosmic event of two souls uniting forever,
Rendezvous of two stars, fusion of two universe in a heavenly facade of a beautiful afternoon,
A rekindling downpour of love, warmth and happiness surrounded my soul;
Amidst the Sparkling eyes, glowing cheeks, affectionate smiles and flaming souls,
My attention couldn't stabilize but notice a red comet blazing across the blue skies of my eyes,
In human form, it seemed to gravitate the five elements of any person towards herself,
As if a gentle and kind shock wave ran through the rows and columns of my body cells,
For a short moment, I drifted off the happenings of that day rowing in a valley of chirping birds, cold waves and glowing horizon,
With the rolling drums, I came back to the present.

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It is an elixir that runs through veins,
Regardless of the physical or spiritual storm that is surging or settling down around it.
We cannot stay in love as the love itself houses us within,
A fraction of it we have received, a fraction of it we have delivered,
A whole lot is yet to be discovered,
Let us be curious, gentle and heartful with what is yet to come.
We dive, collide, divide and reunite, all in different notions, emotions and phases of life,
Never to lose faith as loving is our universal right.

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2022, January, Febru..., Mar.., Ap..., and all I remember is getting my energies, perception, presence and romance tossed in a casserole of this witty year,
Closing my eyes feels like holding it all together,under one and only shellter of my heart,
"Be brave, Be strong", is the song that flows through my tongue,
As I was destined to be slightly broken, a bit tempted and twisted by the faith written,
So close together yet we are characters of galactic origin, one moment we appear to be in a symphony, the other moment, we tend to be shining away from each other.
It's fine, it's fine, to be in the pattern, Let's begin again with a golden batten.

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