FreeFalling | When I Am With You | Breaking Apart | Farewell
FreeFalling
There comes a moment,
when you are freefalling~
when you stop caring,
as you feel the rush of cold wind
on your face,
as your memories flash
in fast forward
from your childhood...
then,
just before you hit the ground,
you realize that you are truly free....
only to be yanked up
by the chains of life,
at that moment,
a life that pulls you
back to the same old prison,
and you have to serve
a whole life long sentence,
a sentence with no commas, punctuations,
no meanings or revelations..
just a farce on an otherwise
blank piece of paper.
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When I Am With You
Sometimes,
I'd love to hold you
In my arms,
Just feel the weight of your soft
Body on mine,
And I wouldn't complain or shift an inch,
When you feel a little heavy,
After a while,
I'd draw invisible circles,
On your back with my fingertips,
Just as if you were the sands,
On a sea shore,
I'd twirl my fingers,
In your long tresses,
as if your hair were a tree of memories,
And I wanted to caress every leaf,
Sometimes,
I'd just love to
fill my senses with your smell,
Until I am breathless,
And even then I wouldn't have enough,
When the intoxication from your breath
Would make me crave for your body,
I'd rub my nose against your cheeks,
like a bear-cub with his nose in a honey comb,
I'd travel the snowy range of mountains
On your soft skin with my lips,
And wonder at their smoothness,
And linger at the summits,
To catch my breath,
Would you laugh at my silliness
When I am with you....
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Breaking Apart
Two people get off at different stations,
two rail-tracks separate and take different paths,
One nudge from destiny and two souls drift apart....
What was the point of it all?
To learn what love means?
How clear a picture slowly gets,
when the eyes gradually come closer to the painting!
The blur that was to the eye from a distance,
slowly makes sense and forms a meaning...
But then you move even closer to the canvas,
and everything gets distorted and bent out of shape,
For the eye cannot hold the image in its frame,
when the object of its vision is too close...
Just as the heart cannot hold the object of love too,
when that love is all around it,
drowning it,
suffocating it,
and it lets go to finally breathe in life again...
Would the meaning of love have changed
if the conclusion was sweeter?
Just to lie next to each other,
after the satiation of bodily lust was achieved?
The ego of that bodily function appeased?
Or would the meaning be any different,
if you introduced her to the world
as your fiancee or wife??
A symbol of personal glory, conquest or property??
Why then did I sense a deeper meaning,
after it was over?
As we erturned each other's stuff,
that realization, revelation as it appeared
like the holy grail in front of my eyes...
Did I fall (in love) just to get to that point?
To know what it is??
Come face to face with it?? Maybe...
Maybe a person like me isn't truly satisfied
just with the knowledge that love exists around me,
like the air we can't define or see..
or maybe that's what happens to everyone,
once in his life...
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Farewell
My heart is full today,
with a loss that I can not define,
wish all my senses
were a little blunt,
and my heart was bigger to confine,
and host the pain
that is so familiar
and ever so arrogant..
but all I can hear
is the tear drops silent and yet so loud,
shamefully honest and
yet so proud,
all I can do is
carry the burden,
heavy and yet that seems so light,
making me weary and
yet that fills my soul with sprite,
My heart is so full today,
yet, I feel so empty,
listless and as if in a trance,
because I know,
this could be my last ever,
my final dance......
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