Outside
The window
The breeze sings
His holy verses
He would recite
In praise of
the Almighty

My room echoes
Solitude woven
With his smiles
haunting me
To be part of
Universal truth
Any time

It’s been a thousand years,
Of solitude, with many tears;
Oft recurring the moments,
This has the mind in torments;
Peeping through the veil of time,
Spoken words are rare, just mime;
The splinters from the fire of passion,
Has burnt down the taffeta in ugly fashion;
Two souls smeared with the exuberance,
Yet there is some element of cumbrance;
Unable to delve deeper unto each other,
An uneasiness which causes a bother;
Wailing in despair and still holding on,
Also, trying to kindle a fire with the magic potion.
The scratches on the skins seems to heal,
Still the lovers are apart, because of a sinister deal;
Yet, the passionate souls resurrect after thousand years.
As both the souls of the lovers unite, to ward off the fears;
Unite will they and no might can keep them apart,
With all might the lovers fight, and force the enemies to depart;
An after a thousand years, the lovers unite one more time.
Healed by the power of passionate love and again in their prime.

I have a little ceramic mouse.
He's less than an inch long.
One tiny pink ear is gone, his other is chipped.
His toes have been removed as well.
He often stands looking at me
Miniscule hands on his tiny hips
Tail threaded through the triangular hole
His right arm creates.
He ***** his head to the side
Squinting at me
Reprimanding.

I am forever perplexed
By the idea that
I have only ever
Seen myself in mirrors.

Do I perceive myself
As others do?
Or have I created
An illusion of myself
All these years?

In a patch of sundried earth
dark cracks emerge.. forms resembling maps
remembered from schooldays and Google..
Appearance of arbitrary lines depicting
States newborn..
Our everyday maps also born of the Sun..
the Sun's artistry with rainfall..the points
of assembly of water in place and flow..forms of
unique identities each subdivided patch..
Raising the question of new possibility of finding
an Awareness.. becoming the Sun and seeing
the patches and lines and States anew
as images projected.. from that projector..
those many miles away...

Again, I saw you standing there today
Still i cant find the words to say
Cant let out a "hi" or "hey"
Not even sure if it's okay

All along i've been following you
But when you look back I dont know what to do
Will you ever know this love is true?
Or will i remain forever feeling blue?

If only courage is something you can buy
Then maybe I dont have reasons to lie
About the words that came out as a sigh
Dont want to keep this until i die.