thats the kinda someone i wanna be with...

It doesn't interest me what you do for a living.
I want to know what you ache for, and if you dare to dream of meeting your heart's longing.

It doesn't interest me how old you are.
I want to know if you will risk looking like a fool for love, for your dream, for the adventure of being alive.

It doesn't interest me what planets are squaring your moon.I want to know if you have touched the center of your own sorrow, if you have been opened by life's betrayals or have become shriveled and closed from fear of further pain!

I want to know if you can sit with pain, mine or your own, without moving to hide it or fade it, or fix it.

I want to know if you can be with joy, mine or your own, if you can dance with wildness and let the ecstasy fill you to the tips of your fingers and toes without cautioning us to be careful, to be realistic, to remember the limitations of being human.

It doesn't interest me if the story you are telling me is true.I want to know if you can disappoint another to be true to yourself; if you can bear the accusation of betrayal and not betray your own soul; if you can be faithlessand therefore trustworthy.

I want to know if you can see beauty even when it's not pretty, every day,and if you can source your own life from its presence.

I want to know if you can live with failure, yours and mine, and still stand on the edge of the lake and shout to the silver of the full moon, “Yes!”

It doesn't interest me to know where you live or how much money you have.I want to know if you can get up, after the night of grief and despair, weary and bruised to the bone, and do what needs to be done to feed the children.

It doesn't interest me who you know or how you came to be here.I want to know if you will stand in the center of the fire with me and not shrink back.

It doesn't interest me where or what or with whom you have studied.I want to know what sustains you, from the inside, when all else falls away.

I want to know if you can be alone with yourself and if you truly like the company you keep in the empty moments.

Oriah Mountain Dreamer

An image from the jigsaw of my mind

Azure, turquoise, indigo, violet, sapphire, purple …

A riot of different shades of blue…

Rustling leaves beneath our feet

Strawberry Fields

Vanilla skies

A hammock….naaah…

A swing to soar across the sky….

Above the towering trees shielding that expansive blue

Lets take a walk…

To places that stir in me moments that have been long expunged….and moments that are still ineffaceable

A tree house…

My Meandering mind

It hovers around till it perches on a twig on an old memory…

Then on the plush seat of a fluffy cloud in the midst of the cerulean space…

Trying to recall a half remembered song….

You follow me and sing it aloud

The one that I’m struggling to sing in my mind….

Your shoulders..sweet slumber…

The silly tune…your prompt remembrance

giving rhythm to every rhyme…

My Stumbling feet…your steady hands….

My playful mind…your faraway gaze

A dive into the gushing gold of sunset colours…

And then we glide gleefully towards the shore…Pink sand…

A quayside jetty…our dancefloor…

An intricate dance without stepping on each others toes and without invading each others space….

A mystic mutuality…a rapturous eye lock

Sounds of Silences…

Peach margarita, Appletini, Sparkling wine…

The moonlight lending its luster to the sea…

A scintillating spirit…

The rooftop…

Your fingers carving playthings galore out of clouds and stars…

Balloons, Parachutes…. miniature elephants…

My crazy performances

Your cheering as appreciative audience…

Lets take a walk…lets brave the squall, the dust, the thorns…

Years down the line I want to see you across that fence…with silver hair… with me

in solitude .. in songs

In anguish… in exuberance

In naked truths..in euphemisms…

In ‘tunelessness’…in rhythm…

In oblivion ..in surety…

My feeble arm looped through your elbow…

Our heads tipped together…

In long habit..in firm belonging….

My fragile dream...an elusive perfection...

Lets find neverland

dont mind it..i was jus practising the whole image adding thing....

Ephemeral ....

Please forgive me for coercing you into reading my juvenile poems...written by me when i was ehhh juvenile ;)

Days fly
Every moment is accompanied with a sigh
I know time wont wait for anyone
It asks me to catch up and run..
Passing moments unfold the fabric of a relationship
And it becomes harder to hold on to a gradually loosening grip...
Are these moments spent together a pathway to a dream come true...
Or are they among the myriad short-lived few
Nevertheless I treasure them...
They teach me to dream..to dare...
Will these moments teach me to accept my fate
When the path of life seems long and my strength inadequate?
Or are they a mere mirage,that will soon disappear
I hope that with these months
the feelings inside are conveyed
Even though the golden words are unsaid...

Now as i watch you go
i hope that the regrets behind my smile
are not shown
The bittersweet moment, when your eyes through mine
I knew i had lost those moments forever with time...

With these passing moments
the tears in my eyes will wipe away
but the pain in my heart will always stay...
As we carry the burden of unspoken words
and a love story goes unheard!!!!