Approximate Musings of a Proximate mind
Monday, October 14, 2013
SILVER LINING 2
SILVER LINING 2
Tuesday, April 9, 2013
LOVE (K)NOT - a Duet
I mistake your need to free me for hate.
I felt your compulsion was wish-fulness.
I understood your lack of commitment was worship.
When your "hate" started to pain, I blamed you.
I thought I was too wanton.
I wondered if you were together.
But then I was foxed.
SUNITHA CHOUDHRY
I was foxed. Your hate was as potent as love.
Your obsession mirrored all that Love could free,
I blamed myself for your lack of commitment.
My pain the Sea of your seething discontent.
I thought I was wanton to my intrepid mind,
But in reality I, just a prisoner of your thoughts,
For in trying to understand what you and me are about,
I figured out most emphatically, what Love is not.
SIDDHARTH CHOUDHRY
I was frittered 'cause your love was as healing as hate.
Your compulsiveness reflected all that Hate could possibly contain,
When I deranged myself for your fill of commitment,
Our meeting was the Sky of stealing misconduct.
But magically I was a liberator of your feelings;
For in trying to believe what you and me are not,
I figured out, like an epiphany, why Love cannot be bought.
SUNITHA CHOUDHRY
A beautiful Mess is a comfort when it is the same,
for same is akin to love when pain is a seductive shame,
the separation of your desires reflect my obsessive compulsions
while my compulsions fuel your desirous obsessions;
Epiphany arrives with out much fan fare,
on wings of a moment etched with finality flair;
goodbye to a me the one who defines you,
for the prisoner is now you and not a me.
Wednesday, April 3, 2013
A love Not
Your obsession mirrored all that Love could possibly free,
When I blamed myself for your lack of commitment,
My pain was the Sea of your seething discontent.
I thought i was a wanton of my intrepid mind,
But in reality I was a prisoner of your thoughts,
For in trying to understand what you and me are about,
I figured out most emphatically, what Love is not.
for same is akin to love when pain is also beautiful,
the separation of your desires become my obsessive compulsions
while my compulsions fuel your desirous obsessions;
Epiphany arrives with out much fan fare,
an eternal moment etched out with final flair;
goodbye to a me the one who defines you,
for the prisoner is now you and not a me.
Sunday, August 5, 2012
A Watercolor Reverie
the city lies in fading color washes before me
as dusk swoops and slices through the trees
and the lengthening shadows fill me
with memories of every hue;
tremors of fragile emotions
drenching my thoughts
like the light that falls freely
from the sulphur street lamps
In the echoing distance
An alley dog barks,
alerted by
the aerial dancing of shadows
jangling my reverie
of deep sea profundities;
And so...
I am aware that
I am honestly not aware
where or when
I have grown to love the night;
its velvety darkness
embracing me
with the tender scent of You.
I don't remember anymore
for maybe
there is nothing to remember
how we began
or
did we ever end ...:)
When
you touched my body
with your beautiful mind
Or when my mind
took on a body of its own
and touched yours
such that
it torched our souls
with the deftness of fire light
in Love's continuum.
And as the darkness tremulously waits;
the trees halt their restless rustling
the twilight hovers in a hush
while the street dogs wait out
their last desperate hurrah
against the swift carriers
of the listening night...
For me to find
my way to you
once again
as you find
your way
back to me.
Friday, February 10, 2012
ASK KNOT
I'm not asking for retribution.
I'm not asking for love in return.
I'm not asking for apologies.
I'm not asking for consistency.
I'm not asking for recognition
or abject transperancy.
Or the need for society's acceptance
of the
You in Me
and the Me in You.
I'm not asking why the Sun shines brighter
on some days over the others
Or why the Sea rushes to the shore
with more force
during the night and not the day.
I'm not asking why star shine
makes me feel starry
and moon shine moony
For I tell you,
I am not into asking ...
And I'm so sure
I am not asking
for more than
what anybody can give
Or Taking more than
what somebody can give.
For I know
what I need to know.
And I need to know
Just what i need to know...
That the Heart of life
is good.
And despite the yet
I am not ever asking.
Friday, May 27, 2011
Between a Butterfly and his Flower
A Duet by Rejoy and Sunitha.
He - The Night seeps gently through
Like a dark shimmering blanket
Into you, Into me
While we find in each other
sweet rest of an Embrace so right;
She - Our Love twinkles softly within us
In melodic lilts of lyrical light
As we hold each other
Locked in a World away from this world
by the threads of our belonging,
Fused in the afterglow of our Union;
He - Your eyes twinkle brightest
in my starlight night sky
Your breath like the gentle breeze
that fills and fulfills
Your blessed feet quickens to give me repose
And Lips quench my thirst
Even more than can wine that sparkles
She - Your every touch finds its twin in me
Like the night clouds flitting through
On the journey to their home in the sky,
Our linked fingers and lingering kisses
A testimony to a Love so sublime
It echoes in the Summers of our ancestors
And the Spring of our Children of the Future;
He - A Kiss begins to form on your lips
I seal it with my own
You are here with me
wherever you go my Flower
And Distance don't matter cause
We have found our Home .