Life, the ambivalent gift
Built of moments, incidents, experiences,
Images in colour, lingering
In cameos, memories, scattered
Blending in feelings
Breezes stirring love, need, fear,
Joy sometimes
All made of precious little bits
Vulnerable to annihilation
From what is listed
Thereof sing
Into the dark
Absorbent void
Which is the future
And sweet life lived together
In the grip of Time
Twists into sadness;
Contemplates forever
What used to be.
If there’s no sense in dying
Than what’s the sense in living
If both conditions are
The same, than it makes sense
For lovers life is special
It’s based on recognition
That’s where I belong, love says
This is my soul I see
Forever after it goes on
In its eternal spin
The real love is never gone
It always there within
We never die, and never live
It’s something inbetween
We do exist, we take and give
Together, out and in.
Two figures in a house of echoes,
Where walls breathe secrets, close and cold.
Each morning dawns with leaden light,
A gray pall over fractured minds.
We share a bed, but dreams divide,
Our thoughts like twisted vines entwined.
Your voice, a mirror of my own,
Reflects the madness we both hide.
The air is thick with unsaid fears,
Words stick like thorns in our raw throats.
We navigate this maze of grief,
Blindfolded, bound by unseen ropes.
Your eyes, they flicker, darkened flames,
Mine too, a mirror of your pain.
We stumble through the endless night,
Two shadows lost, but holding tight.
In silence, we both drown and scream,
Each other's ghost in every dream.
Together in this cursed dance,
We fall apart with every chance.
It's a journey
Expressing ,sharing many feelings.
Happens between the people
Neither caste matters ,nor their region,neither religion matters.
No matter what so ever ,love to spend time together,being together,chating together,loving together,living together.
It happens ,it's a journey expressing,sharing the feelings together.
A wonderful feeling human can experience with another.
It's a good time ,God given time in one's life.
Love.
Living Together
The small mouse crossed the floor,
fleet of foot, and fearful for her life.
She did not want to wake,
the farmer,
or his wife.
She simply wanted to feed,
her family, and go in peace.
The cheese was waiting on the wood platform.
The metal bar, also... waiting.
Now only steps away from fate,
the tiny creature realizes there are cookie crumbs,
left on the floor from the grandchildren's visit
late yesterday.
What a find, how kind...
The animal changes her path,
and gathers the leavings...
gratefully.
Then she turns and is gone.
No one, not even the cat,
noticed her passing.
The farmer's wife was only a little surprised,
when she woke up to find,
clean kitchen floors,
all the way up to the small
mouse door,
in the wall.
Every day with you, mad, insane
Every day, going down the memory lane
You by my side,
Time flies,
Your care, your scare
Your eyes beautiful, your skin fair
Your charm, your sensuality
Your devotion, your love for me
But also,
The tiffs, the quarrels
The sulking, the lulls
Our looking back at the meeting last
Till the next one comes, better than the past
Me dreamily living the days
Obsessed with your beautiful gaze
The hope,
Now a blossom, now a wither
And continues....
The living apart, the living together
All humans are part of one god.
But still they fight among themselves.
In the name of religion,
Ever at the name of caste,
At the name of the country.
Why cannot we all live together?
If we all live together
then maybe there would be no country boundaries
The country will not have to spend
so much money for making weapons
Then terrorism will end from the world.
We all should learn to live together.
Living together
The white paper
Wants me to leave it blank;
The mind
Wants me to leave it to rest;
The pen
Wants me to leave it to sleep;
The heart
Wants me to leave it to peace;
But that poetry
The blazing fire
And that flowing tears
Would not leave me;
And it’s fusing with letters
And articulating herself
As divine song of sky
And liberating itself
And moving out to touch the lives
Waiting for its cuddle;
Now I myself am a hostage
In the matrix of that poetry;
If I don’t let her live
My breath leaves me;
And if I don’t let her fly
I will be a vain thought
Losing my beautiful breath;
And I will be a human bird
Handicapped with broken wings;
Now I’m afraid of her
For her authority on my life
Because if I don’t submit to her
My life has no sense;
© R K Chowdary
27July2014
We moved in together,
about 2 months ago.
Sharin' a place with
someone you love and know.
It's hard paying the bills
and paying the rent.
Trying to understand,
where all of our money went.
I check the mail
when I come home everyday.
Hopin' and prayin',
that theres no more bills to pay.
We have gas,electric
and heat.
We have soda and food,
including meat.
We have water and phone,
and Cable TV.
It's so nice at night,
just her and me.
Its tough at first,
but I want to make a change in my life.
I've asked her to become my wife.
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