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you ≠ me
me ≠ you
you = amazing
me = incredible
you + me = miraculous
It's been a dance, a long and lovely dance
Sparked by innocence across a thousand miles
And as the weeks went by there grew a knowing
We found our dancing legs and friendship turned to fire
I held you tight in my dreams each night
And we realized that there was more to come

It's been a dance, I moved a thousand miles
We shared a little bed, a rental house, and wide-eyed smiles
And then our son arrived, a blended family
With joys and challenges
Love and insecurities
But I held you tight in my arms each night
We'd greet the dawn, your head upon my heart

It's been a dance, sacred and holy
Fractured and lonely, for in time we lost our way
I would reach out to you, and you'd reach out to me
But our timing slipped as life got in the way
Then I hurt you so, and you hurt me so
And the pain drove us both down to our knees

It's been a dance, now comes the best part
We grew our wings again, remembered how to fly
Was it a miracle, or just unstoppable
Baptized by fire, anointed from on high
And I hold you tight in my arms each night
You're the closest thing to heaven that I've known

Now take my hand, the band is playing
Share this one last dance before I have to go
Kiss the kids for me, hold them tenderly
Tell them it won't be long before Dad gets back home
And I'll hold you tight in my dreams each night
You'll be the face that I see when I awake
The dance goes on and on
You will wait for me, I'll return to you
The dance goes on and on
I am home to you, you are home to me
The dance goes on
Muriel, when  our eyes first met and  your name  rolled off my tongue with a fine ring,
felt, I was charged with your sun-filled-sea-radiance from inside out
just the cadence of a name has an unctuous something! I've never known that  before,
just saying it evocatively few times, I felt touching your heart; a golden thread did bind us then.
As a prelude to falling in love with a person, falling in lovewith the name is a fascinating phenomonon.
Muriel, is an English female  given name derived from Celtic, is composed of word elements meaning
sea and bright.I don't think not many of us are properly briefed to live up to the meaning of  one'sown name. In many cases it is not possible even; Bala Chandran  for example means 'crescent moon'.
The light
At the end
Of every tunnel


Is You.
I looked over and there it was
Your hair clip
One of those big ones you use
To flop your hair up on your head

I love the way you do that
Natural, a little messy
It says:  
I'm fun, I'm carefree, why take myself so seriously?

Such a nice contrast to me.  

I miss you.
Fall..

The beauty of the colors as the leaves dance on the trees
The unspoken knowingness of what is to follow
A time of reflection
A time of transition
Between the death and birth of creation
You still sanctity my dreams,
Worse than reality, your shadow hits me black.

I exhale - The dust of memories
I inhale - Promises in the air
Fragrant are your thoughts
So mysterious like our bond.

Ah, I'm hallucinated by memories......
Its time for the dawn to break,
I hear dogs barking far and near,
Birds chirping, Cool breeze ruffin the trees,

I refuse to sleep and dream
Why should I find you so near but never here,

No relation ends with a break,
It can only break but never end.
O incomparable Giver of life, cut reason loose at last!

Let it wander grey-eyed from vanity to vanity.

Shatter open my skull, pour in it the wine of madness!

Let me be mad, as You; mad with You, with us.

Beyond the sanity of fools is a burning desert

Where Your sun is whirling in every atom:

Beloved, drag me there, let me roast in Perfection!
Their waspish comments pierce my soul
Like needles injecting poison of some sort.
The girl who greets me in the mirror
Has flawed features.
Maybe people were being honest after all.
Maybe I am what they say I am - fat.
Never before have I come across a situation so abstruce.
A desire to be be made of plasticine fills my mind.
Imagine!
I could mould myself with my fingertips
Remove faults, gain perfection.
I look around for a quick remedy,
Something to divert my mind.
Now that I've found it- thin, sharp and silver,
I hold it firmly and drag it
Over the soft skin of my hand over and over again.
It smarts terribly but it feels like the pain within is fading.
From fear of death and weltering, I leave my wrists untouched.
The scar remains as a constant reminder
Of the sin I committed,
Of how weak I was,
And of how I could not handle criticism.
Two years back, I got told by people that I had put on weight. As a result of not being able to handle the criticism and comments, I found peace in self harming.
I don't self harm anymore and I'm proud to say that I can handle critisism!
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