the fairy tale in us

if you are the moon
then there’s much of me you’ve never known
am wild or at least I’d like to think so
and often found a little off the stage
there no frame that can hold my gaze
am the dot that’s often erased

If you are the sun
then am afraid i come out only at dusk
often when the winds blow harsh
I can be seen singing from the trees
laughing at the breeze

If you ask around they wouldn’t know
where to send you any more
I live mostly in my mind
and sometimes in the wasteland you call home

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if we but met…

don’t say i haven’t been searching
but you can’t find what you don’t know you want
If it’s walls in which you put your trust
mine are built beyond the infinite line

don’t look for love in places, faces
cause am never to be found
if you and i were to meet
it has to be in a nameless street long after am gone

if you could be so happy

walking down lanes of a forgotten temple town
watching unfamiliar faces begin to smile
wondering if so little can mean so much
hoping to hold onto it all

fade into you

it seeps in slow …the last month of the year
and brings along with it a quilt of patchwork memories
colorful pieces of musings and adventures happy
snatches of conversations and moments stolen
from by-lanes never forgotten
it feels good to snuggle in and look back
this month …that year.

that day in June..

…When the afternoon sun gave us a bow
and the breeze waltzed with not a frown
when you and me and tea was what it was all about
and joy that sashayed everywhere
chasing fireflies and sand storms.

the lightness of being…

The wind is heavy with the luscious goodness of unfallen rain…leaves behave like they have no nest…the sun a truant boy bouncing off curtains long…the smell of spiced tea with cinnamon strong…me ensconced in a layer of lyrics hauled up from various cupboards of the mind…serenading the innocence of yesterdays.

you could be happy…