Friday, 25 February 2011

Between Us


I am wondering what to do next in the day
When your face comes my way
And I start wondering where to go to
Because nothing else makes sense
Where else to start from
When You make all the difference
I wonder where I began and when it all took form
This life that has its roots from you.

When I looked at you the first time I don’t remember
But I carry our black and white photographs
Of when I was three.
A pram, a peach frock, a blue jumper and a dandelion
Sunshine and downpour
When you were four.
And now you tower tall and loom over me
And we have few words to share
But when you hug me I can see
That I am still three
Around you.

 It had started too weird
But bad then kept at bay
Missed calls throughout the day
Coffee shops here and there
and lots of cups of tea.
Pouring vibes all over the sheets
Literature to drink and eat
And pray.
You made time stay.
You opened a new world for me
Of pen, paper and prose
Unread stories took shape
And danced in front of me
The muse wanted attention,
I merely supplied.
No matter how much I tried
You kept me spellbound.

I met you through the world
It seemed like a preplanned scheme
It wanted me to fall
To feel and to fly
Free as a feather.
It was like whirlwind
So I closed my eyes
and let it swipe me off my feet
Whenever our eyes did meet
we smiled.
Silence sang between us
as songs that made me sway
The songs I strew on paper
And folded and posted to you
Along with my heart
For a couple of chocolates, a shoulder
A cigarette,
and unconditional Love.


Endless phone calls and conversations
And the billet duos meant for no one
Became yours.
Tender loving care poured and overflew
In mutual consent
My expressions found you and drowned themselves in paper
That I sew word by word, gift wrapped.
Every feeling that I felt when with you
I beaded into a string
and dedicated to you.
You are still a mystery
I unravel everyday
And we have a history
I wish I could chase away
But we have our new beginnings
Lit in broad sunshine
An endless green land
Where we stroll
Hand in hand.

Kindness and gratitude
Measured in heaps
Topped with the cherry
Of how I feel merry
When we are talking
Words flow and I listen
To you unquestioningly
My eyes are you
When you lead me through
I follow simply.
I never say no
I know it’s the right way to go.
Faith is you and me
Woven together
With friendship, joy and concern
Freshly cut and arranged
In a bouquet of flowers.

You know-it-all
You shine through
You smile your smile
The smile of manifold secrets
And zillions of years later
You will still know me inside out
Like I know you
With no camouflage
Wrong hues and color
We are painted black and white
Before each other
My heart I will bare
To others with care
But before you I will dare
To come as I am.

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