Love Found Me Today

I do not know where it came from nor do I know why
but a beautiful dream arrived in search of me
It came flying on the wings of little blue birds
as the wind sang outside my window in cool wisps
I woke up and found nothing but a solitary silence
the world greeted me wrapped in dimly lit fog
and the deep black sky smiled through a starry veil

Something.. someone.. somewhere sent me that dream
or everything.. everyone from everywhere did
I do not think I need to know but I have an idea
I like to imagine him.. his smile and his dreamy eyes
so intense that they tell tales from a past so deep
a past we shared many lifetimes ago on another planet
and we know and share a realm so intimately
that we create and dictate each other's dreams!

The Scent Of A Citrus Blossom On A Warm Evenig

A whiff of a familiar scent can transport you across the worlds, across the time into a place so familiar, you can't even remember if the place was within you or if it was where you hid those precious, dazzling dreams your teenage self dreamed under a huge dark night sky filled with millions of twinkling stars. They seemed so close, they engulfed your tiny being and you could hear them as they silently carved your destiny. Soon, you left the red sandy plains, the twirling dirt devils, the murmurs of smoky huts with faint spicy smells as the evening meals simmered and the children shrieked. Wait, was that even this life time or was it another? The moonlight lightly danced over misty mirages while birds chirped happily in the thickets of the guava tree. You went back to dig out the dreams. You see, you had to know! Instead there they were, beautifully shaped gorgeous emeralds... The red earth wept green tears for you for it missed you much and the songs of crickets and the poems of twilight missed you too!

In A Dreamless Stupor

I saw a thicket of green fog where dreams take shape
on the edges of a far away galaxy where new stars are born
I saw a Bengal tiger in gorgeous colors; his eyes are deep blue
like that of the Caribbean sea shimmering in the mid day Sun.
There was also a white swan flying across the mountains
his wings so placid and handsome against the cloudless skies.
He brings a message. A mesmerizing dream of the gods
who rule over the endless emotions from within the depths
It was a spirit in awakening once again open to the world
so full of life, love, imagination and story telling!

The Art of Silence

It rained on the car windshield in the quiet hours of night
a few pink cherry flower petals melt into the raindrops
and as I drive on the road out of my sleep with open windows
I feel the cold breeze in my veins, I see the delicate petals
slightly tremble in their dreams; they look up into the sky
and smile lazily at the day blooming amidst gray clouds
slowly I am learning to appreciate the silence
and the words of deep comfort it offers
Spring is almost here with its wild songs
and my heart is falling out of love with winter

The Wind Poems

I shall keep singing these melodies for you, my love
I know one day you will hear them across the world.
I have never met you but I will know when I see you
there will be a silent moon and the orchard in bloom
you will weep for me and my poems, blue tears of beauty!

Heart, an organ of fire? No, it is full of water
wonderfully cool waters of heaven and you will drink
deeply from the desire filled depths of your dreams
you will take me in your arms and I shall cease to exist.
Until then my love, wherever you are, please be well
for you possess my heart and to you I belong!
And I, in this cave of life, will paint fragrant flowers
upon the red earth that will be kissed by your feet
when you come running to me... because that is how it will be;
the universe shall fling you this way when you and I least expect it
and I promise you that I will wait.. I will wait right here for you!

When You Bent Down To Kiss Me Gently

I turned into a molten statue in the making
deep inside a volcano whose dreams of eruption
consumed the sky, turned the air haughty
as the world stood still and watched breathlessly.
It is a pity that one can not hang on to memories
in a pure, pristine state of mind in entirety.
The neural networks after all, are at their designated job.

Happiness

Ladies and gentlemen, I want to share with you a story about happiness. It is a story about finding happiness in the most unexpected moments in life. Come, join me as I walk you through one of those moments.

You are running up the hill with me. The morning is just beginning to dissolve into a blue sky. The trees, leaves and early fall flowers are gazing upon you serenely and smiling as they whisper to you gently the secrets the previous night brought them. We are gasping for breath as we make our way up the steep stretch at a slow pace. It forces us to gulp the dewy morning air. Have you ever noticed how this air has a certain taste to it? I like to think this is how rainy clouds would taste if I ever could eat them. Cool, misty and wonderfully light. The cool breeze stings a little but it feels refreshing as if that is exactly what our bones have been craving.

We are running uphill as the birds sing their morning songs. Some of them sing in sweet, short notes and others in a bit more rowdy tones. Either way, it is wonderful to listen to their ethereal compositions as they sing their morning prayers to existence itself. The little squirrel scurries across the path to bury some acorns; winter is only around the corner. The thicket of bay laurel trees emit a strong spicy scent and it clears every ounce of flesh. Our bodies feel anew, dreams clear and hopes seem too plausible. The world bows before us and we will it into a magical sphere where everything and everybody exist in peace.

As we made all the way up the hill, we are utterly happy. We sit down and gaze across the valley from under a low lying branch. In front of us lay the vast expanse of modern human markings. Silicon valley, what an amazing place! As we sit there, still in the moment, we notice the steam rising from behind us and we realize that it is our skin that is turning the cool morning dew into steam. It is like being in a cool sauna and our bodies are the furnaces. This is inexplicably delightful. Sun rays making slant shadows now feel a bit warm and we notice the dew reflecting a brilliant rainbow. Suddenly we are seven years old and a memory flashes in the space in front of us! We remember beding down on the moist ground and closely examining those tiny rainbows on a remote farm.. and the smell of red earth explodes all around us!

This is it.. this happiness! We realize what it means to be a human being. We are nothing but our feelings, memories and a collection of stories!