The dawn was breaking You looked at me I looked at you The place was a haunting one The light was shining And You and I collide Yet we never kissed … You never touched my face … What could I say? What could I do? There I stood, unknowing What’s happening In a world full of billions There were you Mixed with all of the chaos Inside and Out At that very moment I somehow felt You and I collide For a reason … When The dawn was breaking You looked at me I looked at you
In the long echoing life Two young mind Found an element so fine Like red wine And sharpened their last breath Through the long echoing death ….
The pair loved many years Endured life what God gave them Asked for them no second best And celebrated life with no other but the rest In the long long echoing life Through the long echoing death …
Both loved the strange thoughts Not so sober for the sober though; Yet knew how to laugh, weep and go And all the living mock Drank the sweet extremity of their passion rough In the long echoing life Through the long long echoing death …
The woman talked to make up solitudes Sounded almost like a pretty autumn time Blossoming and falling into a bursting rhyme The man knew this beautiful woman-soul And was pleased to see her gorgeous look And dared enough to make her whole In their long echoing life Through their long echoing death …
Traveled many moons The two mesmerising soul Through the days of their young and old Almost shared all the neighbouring mind Emptied the cage and let the cage bird fly being so kind ‘Fifty years’, the woman counted ‘Fifty sweet years’, the man whispered Their love broods Still in the long echoing life Still through the long echoing death.
I have visited places to see you, feel you, articulate you in my own way. The more I see you, the more I fall in love with you. Some make it complicated and some make you so simple. You are instilled with so many stories of different people. And different people see you with their different perspectives, with their own stories. It fascinates me. It doesn’t matter to you if you are old or young. You know only to encompass yourself to infinity. You do not hide. You are open for all. Some feel you like home. Some treat you like strangers.
Dear Art, You are not stranger to me. You are like home to me. I do not like to describe you much. You come to me as a beautiful surprise each day. You bring rainbow colours to explore my universe. I rest in you silently nurturing a world full of wonders. I feel pure.
Dear Art, Do you know you make me shimmery, trembling, softly, from within?
⁃ Then try not to hurt me. And why are you determined to hurt me? Do you need time? To think?
⁃ No
⁃ Okay. I asked you to go on a trip with me but why haven’t you replied? What’s with that look? This is boring. Forget it.
⁃ Have you ever lied in your life?
⁃ I don’t lie. But to be truth to you I have lied when I was little.
Oh, wait! I guess I’m lying right now?
⁃ Now?
⁃ The fact that you still haven’t given me an answer about going on a trip together is really getting on my nerves right now. And I’m honestly a little hurt. But I’m acting like I’m fine, so I guess that counts as a lie. Heyyyy, why are you laughing? If you don’t like me that much, let’s just end it here.
⁃ You can’t just thoughtlessly trust someone when they haven’t done anything to gain your trust. We are not kids.
⁃ You have a point. Right!
⁃ Let’s go on a trip.
⁃ What? But I didn’t do anything to gain your trust.
⁃ You did.
⁃ When?
⁃ Just now. You told me you don’t lie. That’s good enough.