A love poem...

Do you know how much I love you?

Every time, each breath I take, I love you
Every where I see, what ever I see, I see my love for you
Every raindrop, every ray of sunshine, it is my love for you
Every flower, every leaf, seems to bloom with my love for you

You have no idea, not even an inkling of how much I love you

It is with your name that I begin my every prayer
It is with your name that I end my prayers
It is our face I see when I blink my eyes
It is your voice that whispers to me in the breeze

I can never feel your absence in my life, my love
You are the ever reigning pain in my heart
You are the tears my eyes weep
You are … every where…

Hope... change...

It seems as if there is not going to be any change after all. The great wait for change, dangling on a flimsy ray of hope. It is strange how even now I expect some change to happen everyday. I know there is a kind to reassuring stability in daily routine. The same motions, the same people, the same work. But still this reassurance that life is going on is not enough for me. I keep on wishing with the fervency of a little kid for some change to happen. But change seems to have decided to just let me be.
I want a change to happen in my life. To make it more worthwhile. I feel that I am cheating life. Maybe I will not be able to handle it. But a different sun to shine on my day, different rain drops falling on my face, a different kind of anticipation, something to look forward to. Someone to share the joy of that expected change with me. Now that is something else. Maybe just all this wishing and expecting makes me immature. But I want it. I want to rise everyday and and not just run my routine in my mind but to anticipate and look forward to the day. Just waiting for some kind of a miracle to happen, the turmoil that goes through my mind, is very painful. People see the smile and no one cares to look behind the closed doors. Better leave it all there, to rot in a void of emptiness.
Then I wonder sometimes, who cares? Nobody. Every time we find a reason to smile and laugh, just think how it would feel if there was no one else to see you happy. The hope of changing this life drives me on, towards another day of staid routine. The light at the end of the tunnel keeps me going. That the tunnel itself might never end, this thought gnaws continuously at my mind. But I go on...

Antics of Anticipation!

It was like reaching up towards the top most shelf, raised on my tiptoes, stretching to the limit. All the nerves taut like the tuned strings of a guitar. Each breath crept in my lungs with the tenuous labour of a crippled dog crossing a busy street. My eyelids had forgotten to blink. My hands refused to hold on to anything firmly. My throat felt as if it was rubbed by sandpaper. My brain failed to register anything apart from the dull thuds of my heart beating somewhere in my body.
And then it was over. The moment of anticipation had come and was gone.
Things seemed as dull as they were before. I had expected them to turn colourful and maybe, into some thing different. But such moments come and go. Moments, wherein we feel that our worlds might take a turn for the better.
Better, no.... but atleast it did not take a turn for the worst!

Prayers and Miracles!

Life has become so fast and hectic that many of us have forgotton to pray. Not the kind of prayer which requires elaborate rituals but the kind where we voice our soul's pleas or thanks in words. Words are magical. They are the energy of thoughts converted into energy of sound. Words are powerful. We do keep on saying that it's only words, but believe that those words too have their own power to change many things in your surrounding and lives. The words that we formulate in our prayers are magical too. The soul speaks to the higher power that manifests all things in our lives. Prayer is a medium to touch that miraculour power.

I recieved a forward mail today which was very unique in that it did not have any silly pictures or graphics or warnings or pleas. It just had a few lines of prayer. Very simple and heart felt words asking forgiveness and giving thanks. I too have forgotten about this simple fact that whether it is chanting any mantras or reciting a rosary or singing a hymn, it is a prayer. The thoughts of the soul put in words, making it powerful and magical.

So today I have decided that I shall pray out loud and hear those words through which my soul speaks to the Almighty.

Eyes of the Beholder!

Deep as oceans! Fathomless as the sea! Whirlpools of desire! There are a lot more phrases that are used to describe human yes. It is often said to be the window to one's soul. It is like the pages of the book that can be read by anyone trying to do so. The eyes say and mean much more than what words can convey. All that is needed is the eyes of the beholder. That moment when cupid shoots its arrow throught your heart, the first light is seen in the eyes. The fire of hatered to the smolders of desire, all visible in the eyes.
There have been times when I have doubted the sincere words said by the person I am talking to. And then I have just to glance at the eyes and read whatever truth is openly laid out there. I have seen people's eyes give away what their words had tried to hide. Love, hate, passion and boredom.
Making eye contact with the person you are interacting with, can help you read the situation better. It will prevent one from just reacting to the words and a lot of unwanted wastage of our own words.