Of You, With You, In You!

-Memoirs of me and my little Dove-

Between the time I was born and now, there is She
Between me and my endless serenade of thoughts, there she is
Amidst my dreams and desires, she blossomed as the primrose

Every living minute whispers her name...
Every fadin second echoes her voice...
Every blink of my eye, she is there right n front of me.

Thought was too tough to let someone walk in
But here she is, like a fairy in the sky
I gaze and gaze at the blissful silence

This melancholic dream I live everyday
I know not what tomorrow holds
But sure I know she holds me in her heart

Time stood still, when her petal of lips
Flush with joy brushed mine in an eternal embrace
What makes a man want a woman so dear..I know now.

I have a dream now..to live a day with her
Watch her twist and turn under the blanket of nite
When she sleeps in zestful zeal

When she wakes up to the morning sun
As the gold dust makes her hair glow to the orange sun
What would she be, what would she like?

She may walk the fields of time
Years may pass by and I maynot be with her
The seasons may change..my love you may move on

Life comes once and you are there as part of me
And when my life flashes by..you will fill my mind
As fresh and new with warmth and love

You would light every lonely way of mine
When the night is long and cold
I would be there where the fire is, with you, thinking of you.

Under the same starry sky
You and me would linger on
To breathe in and rest in each others arms

--1:30AM

Alchemy

Another year walks in to history
Days and months vanishing beyond the horizon of time
evenings in amber fade to the yawning nite

The walls of december painted in snow white
when yesterdays and todays fade away
lost in time I play my role in an ever asking world

I look around and all I have is my self
I see my shadow, taller and taller
as the young nite driven on by time

Gets older, the gleam of the moon
lights the dark world, tucked by the pillow clouds
The mystery of life unfolds as the great galaxy in the sky

I wont walk on the face of earth forever, but she would
I cant count the shimmering stars but she can take it back
I cant ride the horse of time but she would

My slumber has only been of dreams
that rose and rose from the chimney of my mind
the smoke of doubt has cleared
the flame of life that ebbs with every breath of mine

I care less I dont care more but I carry the truth
and I want to live, amd I want to love
the self and the soul and what should not be

The river of dreams flows to the oceon of time
the candle glowing bright
the alchemy of life carries on...flutters on

I have seen them come I have seem them go
many left some faded few remained as immortals
I prefer to be beyond...and wish to be wanted

I wont last for long...and before its all over
I want to live, the way I want it, with the one I need
Nothing else matters.

Lonestar

One more week to go. Homewards and more, hasnt sink in much but the serenade has started. How did the years go I know not. So many faces, so many contours..between wrinkles and dimples I have seen life as it presented and as it moves on.

The dream of being a guitarist and doin one concert of my life has reached the dizzy heights, I guess it has vanished in to the world beyond the horizon of this two dimensional existence. I just visit them once in a while during these moments when I can care about nothing less.

At the end of the day, do you jump in bed and rest in peace? Or do you turn and turn with the turning seconds wondering and wandering? Do you give wings to your thoughts and let them roam under the endless sky, wild and free? Or do you have walls within that you are fighting each day to break it down? Does it feel like living or craving to live? Do you silently remember to forget and end up remembering more? Do you have a wish?

Go ahead and wish, the wave would ebb and hopes would rise with the decuman, before life passes by, all that matters is whether you got what you wanted. Cherish them before you lose them coz twenty years from now it would fill your heart with life. You would be glad it was yours