It's another cold and lazy afternoon...the old lady knits a sweater with love while her wrinkling skin basks in the sun. She knits with a blank mind.. a mind too tired of thinking or maybe a mind too experienced to be distracted anymore. As the wool and the needles dance she smiles a toothless smile so calm....calmness that comes only after years and years of knitting and knowing.

The old lady has sons who love her enough and daughters she brought home for her sons. She has grandchildren to pamper and more grandchildren who wait for her bedtime stories every night. Her husband had been the love of her life and she always had a beautiful time. She had been the queen of her kingdom and the ruler of every heart. She was young and gorgeous , now she's old and weathering, yet her eyes gleam like a wonder....

As she knits now unsure whether the sweater would reach its completion first or she would... she sighs now and then as a lifetime of memories try to lure her attention and make her reflect. But all these years have made the old lady very old and very strong.. she has lived a full journey and lived it well and nothing can make her look back... all she can feel is the warm sun and the wool she shapes to warm... and the peace within her... after years of struggle, of pain, of laughter, of surprise, of love, of growing....the old lady knits all of that into a woolen story.

I lie

Here it is .. right here and so real.. unabashedly real.. Is it tremendously right or is it disastrously wrong to be so real?
I am a human being and only very human .. only very human when I think.. feel.. speak or remain silent. I am aware of every thread that covers me .. of every breath taken around me.. of every sound played near me... I am as psychic as I can be yet only so human not to realize it .
Is it insane to acknowledge the truth and really remain calm or is it just pretension : both the calmness and the truth.
is it wreck-less to jump into an abyss imagining you'll find a parachute on your fall down or is it only human faith.. faith in growing wings if not a parachute..
Does it not hammer your brain out when all you have got is this.. right here..this and nothing more .. nothing.. yet those longing human sighs!
Lies..innumerable lies . they push you to believe they don't need to exist.. they ask you to move away and find a true lie.. you cannot extend your arm and reach out to emptiness..yet those arms remain outstretched.. why? endless Hope??
I can refuse and I can loathe..with the power to pick a rotten apple and throw..But I don't , allowing it to rot me along..then shamelessly complain how I try to glitter and fail to shine..how desperate.. my need to fit into humankind..
I know right.. I know wrong.. I know who I am .. yet I avoid really becoming a whole.. yet ironically pray to enlighten my untouched unknown soul...
I am living I am dying I am laughing I am crying.. I am everything a human can choose not to be.. yet only so human not wanting to set free..

Fortune teller

Cry aloud amorous woman
a deafening chime unceasingly
I do not hear thee ardent woman
feel deep into the dark fearlessly
weep for those who tread past thee
till thy laughter reflects amorously

amorous woman sing aloud
now to this world and beyond
sing every act of blasphemy
sing till the dagger of justice
rips apart words of sedition
sing until ye bleed true rendition

Amorous woman bewitchingly
crawl cold onto a naked desire
bear the sin of a vengeful vine
arouse consummation then abstain
bringing upon such writhing pain
reveal vindication as a loving liar
lest death be granted so amorously.

do you see?..

As we fail to believe in what is
and fall for what we believe to be
time has woven stories where
the sighted refuses to see..
the shadow of a burning flame
like passion behind a desire
in a moment flickering
in a moment rising higher..
the wax never saw the truth
the fire had refused to share..
a word on the lips remain words
until mistaken to be thoughts
those words were just words
the truth remains to be sought..
As eyes meet and look away
silently those eyelids fall
refuse to see the stinging stare
time weaves another tale where
the liar bares it all...

Can I harden so much
as to fail to feel a touch
Can I forget the ground
till I let go of my roots
will it be against the self
If I harden so much..

Can I give a cold stare
can I give rise to a scare
crushing the fallen fort
like an injured warrior
will it be too bad a sign
if I harden so much..

Aphrodite

She is the sparkle in your eyes
Like a million butterflies
whispering a love song to you
she is your angel in disguise

She is the mother of your child
would never see her so mild
her touch is a tricky puzzle
She is born to tame the wild

She was your dream last night
She belongs to the color white
knows you more than you think
she reflects you in plain sight

If you hold that woman in grace
If you stare at her pretty face
If you look into those eyes
If you remain so a thousand days

She awaits your morning grin
she holds up your falling chin
whispering a love song to you
She creates what your world has been..

White

Faith is a wind blowing with the rain
Lashing droplets whispering in vain

Strength is the crystal of ice afloat
oceans and tides sinking the boat

Hope is the last leaf clinging on
trees fighting against a mighty storm

Love is the half smile waiting on a lip
tears of despise with a heart losing grip

Wish is the warm ray peeking through
clouds and grey hiding the sky blue

Friend is the binding tune to a song
rhythms threatening to go wrong

Belief is the soft calmness of sleep
waking up finally, a dream to keep.
....

Your Sister :)

I have a brother he's tall
last met him just before fall
Know him since I was one
Being together is mighty fun
every year he grew little more
every summer I knocked his door
Little sister I have been
Brother always let me win
I just heard my telephone ring
Its a grown man on the other side.. its him
Sis he says "remember how it was,
it used to be candy that made all the fuss.
You're so grown now my princess
my heart speaks more,words can rest"
My brother you have always been around
from the candy shop days
to the first earned pound
from our muddy baths
to the deciding paths...
from the wrestling rows
to the heartbreaking lows
on our tiny feet to the leather seat..
My brother goes on playing that part
where a Friend, God and Love meet.

I Love You

All this while I only cry
like a newly born child
woken from the warmth
born into the icy wild
darkness isn't a thought
its silence we can see
I want you
I want you for me..

You look at me like you do
cut through me till I plead
I refuse to bleed I refuse to bleed
stop the pain and set me free
Oh I want you
I want you for me..

Never felt this way before
I forget to shut this door
My soul mate ripped away
Your love thirsts to stay
I live for each breath it takes
I Love you
I Love you for me..

Unknown

I know you so very well yet
who you are I can no more tell
our skies had been a lovely blue before
now I can't find the sea to your shore
recall when we rose from the ground
recall how I was lost and you I found
we listened we spoke we prayed along
we learnt we grew we started to belong
We promised truth and trust as far
as far as time lets go a falling star
Then a wind came and scattered some dust
I believed our silver lining would hold no rust
Like a phoenix we would sure live again
I believed more we lose more we gain
But the ocean never calmed to no one's relief
few old paths were buried forever so deep
some lies some pain some hearts still reap
how in no time did the weather change
how nature mocks itself feels a bit strange
as strange as we used to be someday
Once again,
A stranger we became to our own words to say