I haven’t been to the stars,
I count my blessings with you.

I haven’t been to the moon,
I see my light of love in you.

I haven’t been to the Opera.
I can hear a perfect pitch thru you.

I haven’t reached Mt Everest.
I am on top of the world with you.

I haven’t done many things.
Except my single minded devotion for you.

You maybe several miles away,
yet you put on a glorious display,
today your shine has left out all of your gray,
Do you still believe in Earth”s play?

Theia is no more in your face,
you have sped along in a sprightly pace,
never have I doubted your case,
for debris is not how you could’ve came in place.

Hide and seek on one side is how you play,
waxing and waning as you gently sway,
love to hold you in my thumb to keep you at bay,
even a child doesn’t believe in my magic anyway.

Oceans swell with pride at your beauty,
brightening skies with art full of bounty,
twinkling a lot more today to reveal aplenty,
possibly inviting us to visit you with a certainty.

Some day! :)

Driving by the beautiful woods,
I see them every night.
Standing tall and peaceful words at last,
its truly a poignant sight.

I think to myself,
all through the night.
what would mine say?
perhaps a few words of righteous might?

When the time comes,
need I let the world know?
or as the time flies,
do I let the world know me?

Flying like a butterfly,
Spreading your wings willfully,
Shining through your smile truthfully,
Speaking a few niceties naturally, and
Building paragraphs of legacy.
Surely, Epitaph will be no new fancy,
and written for you in permanency.
Not in a stone but in the hearts,
you touched in regular frequency.

I think to myself,
all through the night.
Why then,
should it say anything?
I suppose, its neither wrong nor right.

I shall go up north,
as north as I could possibly go,
trekking the wilderness of darkened hue,
to have a little adventure with you.

Shining lights from everywhere,
as dark a sky as it were,
greens and blues of a multi-color fare,
I wish I can be there to enjoy your every flare.

Tiny disturbances can be so magnetic,
causing an atmosphere to become electric,
as far as the elves have been to arctic,
I bet I haven’t seen anything more mystic.

You looked like the wishful green master
that was ready to grant all my wishes, yet
seeing you up close was a
dream that was more than all my wishes fulfilled.

Maybe, you really are that genie from a bottle.  :)

If he was with the Queen,
he would be her majestic Cleveland Bay.
But he was with me and
just as regal.

Knowing where to go,
speeding through the meadows in a flow,
judging when to stop with a whoa,
appearing to satisfy my ego,
jumping around the ponds and puddles to forego,
there was no turning or needing to go slow.

I didn’t have to tell him,
he didn’t have to ask me,
I wasn’t heavy for him,
He had a lightness around him.

He wandered,
pondered and
shouldered.
He just did.

Riding for a lifetime,
bonding for a good time,
just know it’s not summertime,
Cos my whitehorse
will be here in no time.

Come, run with me!

When you and I spoke,
your voice sang like a violin.
Now, I can hear music.

When you and I met,
your eyes looked hazel colored.
Now, I can see a twinkle.

When you and I posed together,
you always looked better.
Now, you make me smile.

When you and I walked together,
you always took a step ahead.
Now, you are always by my side.

When you and I miss each other,
you always made me want to meet you again.
Now, you are around me even when you are not.

Tides were turning,
are we going upstream or downstream,
not sure,
are the clouds darkening or clearing up,
not sure of that either.

Can a blind oarsman
steady his ship?
Can a rudderless ship
survive the storm?

Heart’s not a sheet of glass
to be broken by a pebble
thrown by a passerby.
Strength of the muscle is in its wisdom.
Anoint it with intuition.

Losing the knights
may erode a powerhouse, yet
castling the king side,
will build an impenetrable fortress
with lowly pawns.

King will rule.
Kingdom will reign.
Remember.
You are not the only
one on this type of a boat.