War

If the love could overpower
You will know the need
For peace.

The futility of power -
Power games
Built, planned destruction.

In the name of love
In the name of power
Has begun
A new play of
Affection and trust

Definitive lines are stretched
And there are rules. A must.

One Step At A Time

These jumping melodies
From mystical grounds
To heavens above
Turning every past moment
Turning every pain
Into Strength
One step.
At a time.

Sanity

These repetitive patterns of sanity
That often begs to be juxtaposed
With the lure of beauty.
With the desire of knowledge.
With the knowing of love..
With the being of silence.
Oh this magical crux of reality

Away

Something that the heart wanted the mysterious wandering mind to know while the stirring soulful experiential surprises kept it awake..

All that used to be

Those eyes, yes yours.
Those eyes, yes yours.
Reminded me yet again
Of all that used to be.
Beloved, of all that used to be.

Delight

Lonely, lost, this magical afternoon.. By the dusty bedside, to the champagne glasses that haven't seen a toast, to clouds that have forgotten the presence of the sun, this ever pervading romantic ways in which I seek my own sadness- I dance with grief, every night, in the presence of the milky white crescent moon for a new morning's delight.