you and me

You and me
you and me
on a journey together
on life's oceanic trip.

you and me
on a ship we sail together
along and over the currents
hot and cold. the tides
maybe low and high
pulling us down below,
 the ocean will try
we will assail each attempt
with resolutions to stay afloat together.

Treasures are everywhere
even beneath this oceanic life.
Skimming below surfaces
and seeing visions.
Bequeath the beauty and wisdom of it all
to all who come our way.

Sometimes you will rise
and sometimes i shall fly
you and I  will cross channels
and cross each other too.
so many times

 you and me
will be bothersome and willful
yet stay true
but we will sail till we are… till the end
till we bid adieu to the rest of the world.

Shiva...whisper into my ears...

Shiva!
Irrepressible is the urge to bring you close and hold you till my being
begins to feel complete again

salty moments of bliss timeless sweet companionable minutes
and an your arm to holdare all I ask for there is nothing I want more than this

the day is gone
almost over
and the hours have begun to blend
with the inky depth of the night.

there is a moon hiding somewhere sweet love!
hiding behind the huge rain tree
and the stars!
they glitter with a rage

 aching limbs
a tired mind
and eyes that seem almost blind!
so exhausted i am
oh!
sweet love
just hold me close
till my eyes shut tight
and my lips bid you
“good night!”
whispering silently
“sweet love of mine!”

inspiration

para cada día
hay una nueva el pensamiento sobre ti
y cada pensamiento tiene muchas imágenes
de su bello rostro.
su bello rostro
 y las muchas expresiones que hablan de cómo se siente
 adentro hacia afuera ...
la manera de sonreír
  la forma en que te ríes
ya veces de esa mirada lejana que está en tus ojos ...
mis pensamientos siguen con vida en esta tierra lejana
   con un consuelo de que aquí el espíritu de Neruda residesl
Y te prometo que voy a mantener mi mente ágil
sonriendo siempre
  conocer dentro
cómo te quiero ...

for  each  day

there  is a new  thought about  you

and  each  thought has many  images

of  your  beautiful  face.

your  beautiful  face

  and  the  many  expressions that  speak 

 about  how  you  feel inside  out...

the  way  you  smile

 the way  you  laugh

and  sometimes  of  that  faraway  look  that is  in your  eyes...

my  thoughts  keep  me  alive  in  this  faraway  land

  with  a  consolation  that  here Neruda's  spirit resides

and  i  promise i shall  keep  my  mind agile

smiling  always 

 knowing  within

how  i  love  you...

 

being Mom

baby
sometimes i think my heart will break 
when i see the pain etched upon your face.
life has her own set pace 
and we all seem to be caught in a race...
yes we will one day perhaps reach that end
or maybe one day we will relent and bend...
you have grown old with illness and age 
and me is growing older as i watch and gauge...
why do i call you baby, 
when you are my mother?!? 
it's because you need caring 
as i once did!
it's because now i am mom too 
and i have finally understood ...



joh pyaar hai aapka 
aur woh mamta
iska koi hisaab nahin
main beti hoon aapki 
iska koi shak nahin...
har doosrey pal mein khayaal aata hai aapka
aur pehla pal 
usmey aapki tasveer ko chum leti hoon
beti hoon aapki 

bow i today your endless perspiration
those sleepless nights 
that exhaustion...
i have had it so much easier than you 
and thats all because of you...
today as you tell me 
not to dwell on thoughts that cause anguish 
i think of the moments 
when you were deep in pain
ma tell me 
with all that you did suffer 
how did you keep sane???
it is your strength and it's your love for us i know 
cause today i too sail through those troughs 
as i have finally understood...

Clouds sail by

Clouds float above
 bales of  fluffy cotton
a quiet  breeze, rogue like,
 steals  the  fragrance  from the  flowers on the trees...
every now and then  benevolent on me.
 i  fill up and walk ahead
 with thoughts in my  head..
its a beautiful sunday
walking leisurely
 i watch the play of the sun and the  clouds
 beaming  now
casting  shadows
alone yet  not lonely
i walk slowly
stopping to  see the tiny purple  flowers...
and to soothe  a dog that  barks...
 there is an inward look once in a while to see your face
i smile as i see that look that does always amaze...
theres the sound of laughter somewhere
and  wheels that turn  quickly
as bicycles appear...
i walk on typing these words on my  fone
for i know they  will  not  be in my  head
once i am home...

I have something to say...

words play in my  head
like little  children they wrap themselves around  me
like tiny  birds they  chirp and  tell
what in my  heart i do  feel…
a commotion of emotions
and a hope rising…
soon i will  settle down and they will  return to  me
so i  can arrange them on my  minds walls
wrting  my  poems …
while i do  feel  lost and somewhat wishing to  be found
 i  hound them  my   playful words
 that seem  elusive  right  now
 not wishing to  be found…

words are like stray birds...

words are like those  stray birds that fly
out of  reach
and yes  beyond my field of  vision
 but i  hear them
only cannot reach them…
grappling  and trying to  snatch them
 they so quickly  fly away afar…
 in the skies of  my  mind
 they chirp and cheep
sometimes making  my heart  leap
and at othertimes
  i sense the deep  abyss
thts lies within  me
 i  hear them  echo like perhaps those calls of the ravens…
 on sunny  days 
when thoughts about you  hover..
 i  hear them like  hummingbirds…close to my ears
 singing and hovering
 seeking the  nectar of sweetness of  thinking…