almost....

you and i 
don't and won't 
and can't
and so one knows
yes, it was meant to be...
meant to be this way
if it was meant to be 
any other way
it would have been 
or will be
what is 
is how 
it was meant to be

A stitch in time saves nine!

Out of suffering have emerged the strongest souls; the most massive characters are seared with scars.” – Khalil Gibran

Oft one hears...."Just throw it away, it's broken......" Aaaah! yes, but I never could, doubt I'll learn to, well, doesn't seem likely anytime soon...just love it too much: fixing broken stuff. As a youngster, it was the TDK tapes with my favourite songs that used to get stuck in the tape-recorder (gunjal ho jaati thee) and I just couldn't throw them and loose all those songs, ouch!! Nevaaaah! And so I diligently fixed them with cello tape. And voila! the music, it played again, minus a couple of lines and a distinct sound when the cellotaped portion ran over the tape reader.....My stuff, yes, I like fixing it, it gives me memories and with it, a history. 

rain....

you ask

why it is i come back?

what i would love to know

when it was i ever left

or can i even?

did you?'
can you?'
oh! my darling 
the earth it needs rain...

The lift off...

                                                       You can actually hear the shattering...
                                                                      I never ever knew!!

well i'll be darned!

well, I'll be darned
being irresponsible enough
wasting the poetry that emanates from some deep recesses in my soul
whence our souls should brush past each other
on some highway
you and I were meant 
to be...
say I not
it's the conversations of the souls
I am the medium that feels these conversations...

...when I'm home...

The accidental flick of the hand against the quivering stomach
yes, almost missable...
the rush of emotion that engulfs
the constant sharp desire 
to have your head where your hand just brushed past
love is not so much in the realm of the obvious
but in the strength of the knowing
in the awareness
in the urge to give and receive, so strong...
a chaotic yet soothing the sense of homecoming.....