To be with you again..

So I still walk on through the night and through the rain
I would give it all
Just to be with you again

It's a lonely road
For my heart is still in chains
But I live my life just to be with you again

We have walked together where angels go
And we found a place inside us that only we could know

So I still walk on through the night and through the rain
I would give it all
Just to be with you again

That's the way life goes
I go whispering the wind
But I take that for
Just to be with you again
Can I find a reason
Can I find a way
Cause the words I need to tell you
Are the words I didn't say

So I still walk on through the night and through the rain
I would give it all
Just to be with you again

I see you standing in the doorway
With that looks in your eyes
And the feeling that I feel will never die

So I still walk on through the night and through the rain
I would give it all
Just to be with you again

Well that's the way life goes
I go whispering the wind
I would give it all
Just to be with you again
It's a lonely road
For my heart is still in chains
But I live my life just to be with you again

what is love?

When I ask you, what is love?

You tell me that you don't know what it is.

You tell me that you don't even want to think about it.

When I press,

You tell me that it is the filthy rutting of hot sweaty bodies,
intent on creating more of their own stinking kind,
by an abhorrent exchange of vile fluids,
that ought to be kept where they are.

Lady, that is not what love is.

I will tell you what Love is:

Love is a brightness in the heart that erupts like Vesuvius when your beloved is near.

Love is a clear stream, that cools my brow when I am fevered.

Love is a sudden joy, a secret smile, for no reason, none at all.

Love is a madness, which has gripped me at full moon and now, moon waning, still does not diminish.

Love is a connection, like a shining silver cord, eternal and magical, stretching, unbreakable between myself and my beloved.

Love is an energy that ebbs and flows along it, like the sacred sea.

Love is a new spring day, when flowers seem to say hello, birds speak sweet songs of deep meaning in my ear and the world is bright and clear and joyful.

Love is knowing and caring for another, beyond the imagining of any knowing or caring for oneself.

Love is a thing transcending time, transcending space and it is limited neither by death, nor distance.

Love is a storm, from which there is no shelter, where every crash of thunder deafens, every lightning bolt strikes deep into the heart.

Love is
a torrential river,
a tornado,
a hurricane,
a typhoon,

all at once,

inside me.

Love is a chaos,
that has infested my mind,
entrained my thoughts,
in one direction.

Love is a feeling, so exhilarating,
so joyful,
so exuberant,
so potent,
so, exactly what you need,
that sometimes,
you feel that you might die,
from it.

When it is not there,
you feel that you might die,
from its lack.

So you can't win.

It is therefore, by all the rules
of logic, only sensible to choose Love,
If it gives you a choice,
since you might as well be so joyful,
that you think you might die,
than miserable and think it too.

Love (so I have been told) is a single ear
Of wheat, on a silver platter. But I have never quite understood that one myself.

Love is finding the lost pieces of yourself
in another person.
And discovering that parts of you are also their lost pieces.

Love is a caterpillar, weaving a chrysalis.

Love is a chrysalis weaving a butterfly,

Love is a butterfly, filling and drying its
wings for the first time.

Love is that butterfly, rising and fluttering with nervous first wing-beats, into the air.

Love is the eternal connection between two beings, that emanates from the core of their souls.

Love is a caress, a kiss, a smile, a sweet word, any one of these, or all.

And Lady, I tell you,
that sometimes,
the sweaty rutting of hot bodies
entering each other,
and the lusty passion
and the flow of fluids,
in a moment of pure pleasure,
that too can be Love.

But sometimes it's not.
In fact, mostly its not.

And I tell you, finally, that,
if you need to be told,
then you shall never know it.

Before you came..

Before you came things were just what they were:

the road precisely a road, the horizon fixed,

the limit of what could be seen,

a glass of wine no more than a glass of wine.

With you the world took on the spectrum

radiating from my heart: your eyes gold

as they open to me, slate the colour

that falls each time I lose all hope.

With your advent roses burst into flame:

you were the artist of dried-up leaves, sorceress

who flicked her wrist to change dust into soot.

You lacquered the night black.

As for the sky, the road, the cup of wine:

one was my tear-drenched shirt,

the other an aching nerve,

the third a mirror that never reflected the same thing.

Now you are here again - stay with me.

This time things will fall into place;

the road can be the road,

the sky nothing but the sky;

the glass of wine, as it should be, the glass of wine.

First trial

I entered into my dreams

Thinking that past will never happen

A gentle breeze came by, came by and laughed

Made me laugh, smile and feel shy!

I took it reluctantly, with not much happiness.

The tender breeze flew into my ears with a mild bustle

Making me feel that it is not a storm but a gentle care that my beloved god has given me

Oh, here is my spring..

I took it, I clutched it, I hugged it and retained it..it is mine and only mine.

The tender breeze started flowing in me with a forceful gush.

I could not handle it, never have seen such love and care..

I felt my heart beat was missing many times and many times, but later just to realize that it was beating in you..cos you and me are inseparable..

I belong to this tender breeze, none can own me..

I belong to you my tender breeze..

Minutes, days and years went by…the love and tenderness started to wither.

Oh what happened, is this the grey winter now coming into my life..

Thousand reasons for the breeze and me to be together but still there is a gap.

There is vacuum, because there is no breeze anymore!

My vocabulary is too meager to convey and express the lonliness that I would go through without my breeze..

Oh my dear, where are you? I do not deserve you, but I did get you and have you.

I am sad that I am losing you!!!!

...Vasu