Self-belief is the
    best belief,
        God forbid. :)

Eye for detail,
Eye for beauty,
Beauty in her eyes.

She saw me.

Walking down our memory lane,
reflecting on a damp and shiny frame,
knew you even before you came,
hand in hand we went around mighty Thames.

Walked for eternity through a dark night,
when memories have taken flight,
look, finally, illuminated trees are showing us shadows of Christmas lights,
thinking about you and with you has our future bright.

It was an unusual fight,
soldiers and surroundings were primed right,
war cry and emotions were taking flight,
I wasn’t sure how I was going to spend the night.
Who's better in the war of love?

Tears can’t replace war cries,
War horns can’t drown out deafening silence,
Armed armory can’t beat out lonely foot soldiers,
Seeing eye to eye can’t wish away looking past each other.
What’s right in a cry of despair?

I wasn’t Napoleon,
she wasn’t Helen of Troy,
we were made for each other,
yet we seem to be from different eras.

Even as we were battle ready,
it didn’t matter who won,
peace doesn’t come at an expense,
indeed it came at no cost,
'cos you can’t buy love.

Now, who wants to argue about that?

Springing like a fawn,
running like a bull,
haunting like an owl,
It shows a different side of me.

When it centers me in a desert,
it springs up like an oasis.
When it is in a flood of deluge,
it gives me a lifeboat to rescue.
When it moves me into isolation,
it shows me prairies of emotion.

When I move into clear waters,
it shows me a reflection,
even I can’t recognize.
Everyone else seems to know me,
except me until I realize.

Maybe they have been there
already I surmise.
Once I have run out of ideas,
it shows me another world.
Now, who would imagine
even I could be there?

Lost out at sea on my only boat,
in my panic I went and lost its only oar,
now I needed a way to get to shore,
oh, by the way, it’s not that I have been here before.

I have been to the beach even as a child,
sea she has always been kind and mild,
waves it seemed to me played with me and smiled,
seashore had my imagination run wild.

Rough conditions and a rudderless boat,
only love for the sea and no one else to see,
telling myself I will reach this shore it’s easy,
praying I will soon do something gutsy.

I haven’t seen a mermaid,
but she was right there for my aid,
guiding me like a beacon that was putting on a parade,
her fins were as pretty even when they swayed.

The night must have passed,
Sun hit my face and the sea was vast,
I woke up wondering why I was not at the shore,
my mermaid was with me I swore,
the lady yelled “are you okay” like a roar,
Her badge said she was from the Marine Corps.

I had seen my Mermaid.

There was once a world,
It was filled with turmoil and burned,
sure wasn’t pretty from what I’ve heard,
until the humans arrived as a timely herd.

Building many a wooden castle,
hunting and gathering for a borderless travel,
toiling and tilling for the prize of a cattle,
sweating and smelting for they were worthy of a muscle.
When they grew food, the world breathed happy.

Three pounds of a brainy miracle,
launching many civilizations in a circle,
getting a man on the moon by flying like an eagle,
When they sought new future, the world dazzled in their presence.

I find this tribe is starting to drift,
causing many a rift,
perhaps going back to their roots of borderless travel and mutual admiration,
may become their ultimate gift.
Oh, wait I am part of them,
let me be that human today.
The world can look pretty like before.