How can the earth say to the moon, I miss you.....

How can the earth say to the moon, I miss you,
on all the long nights when there's no moon?
How can the stars say to the earth, we'r here
On a rainy night when clouds shroud up above?

How can the mighty oceans convey love
To the shore?
How can a honey bee tell a flower
the nectar's worth ?

What can a longing heart say to convey
the depths of passion?
What can a rider do to balance tender
emotions?

Why do we seek affirmations?
Is it not enough to feel and believe, it is.

The hero in strife...

I am the hero of my life, a broad battlefield
Life is earnest, bonafide one hundred percent
And dying is never it's goal!

Making the best from what is
Striving for what's needed
To make it more satisfying
Living is a choice I make
Each day, smiling when
It get's hard to bear the
burden of dead dreams
Desires that may never
Become reality.

I am the hero of my life.
The shepherd tending dreams
Moving ahead with dignity
Taking it slow, one step at a time
Reaching my destined abode.

Chimera of frightening memories
Buried gracefully, safe beneath
Sierra of hopes, the small little things
Glorified beyond reality to make it worth it.

Future perhaps is conceit , I know
Yet the illusion is breathtaking.
What could not be today maybe
Will come to life in a far away tomorrow.

 I am the hero of my life, a broad battlefield
Life is earnest, and dying is never it's goal!

 

Strange.......

Longings fill me so deep

And on an impulse

I feel like escaping

Running far from

Thy gaze, cause it seems

You can see me from within

It feels unbelievably strange

Maybe an eccentric attraction

I simply cannot explain.

Silently, aren’t we communicating?

Am I contemplating things?

Is this even real or mind’s

Playing its dreadful games

How does someone know?

What to make out of this invisible play?

Why do I skip a heartbeat?

Why can’t I keep up with usual pretence?

This constant conflict within

Heart believes it is reality, mind is busy weighing

The signs, searching for a gesture

An act of valour, reaching me!

A note to my younger self……

When you fall for a man

Who cannot love you?

You choose a path of no return

Cause the more you love him

The more you would want to

Make him love you back

The more you want him to love you

The harder you will try

To please an unworthy man

Cause a worthy man

Would love both, you and your flaws

When you fall for an unworthy man

You will have to try hard to be accepted

Finally reaching a place, where you will loose

The sight of real you, living with unknown fears

This can really torment your tender heart.

Loving is a solemn act, and it begins with you

Love is the truth hidden beneath your wildest fears

Love is the bitter taste of failure after your toughest wars

Love is the realisation that you still can carry on

Love is the fact that no failure is final…

Love is the admiration in the eyes of onlookers

Love is the strength you protrude after you endure

Love is accepting your worst failures and moving on

Loving is accepting yourself just the way you are

With lean-fat body, dark- light skin, tall-short stature,

Or anything, simply accepting - the way you are!

Loving somebody is a journey beginning with loving yourself

How can you love somebody when you can’t love you?

And when you find the perfect way to accept 'you'

The only way to love somebody is to accept whomever you choose

With whole of you and grow together each day

Holding hands with glee and encouragement

Loving is a sweet surrender where  no ego subsists

And the boundaries between you and me do not exist

It’s trust, respect and a whole lot of meaning

You begin understanding each other's  heart

And you protect, support and nourish each other’s souls.

“Don't strive for love, be it.”- Hugh Parther Notes to Myself: My Struggle to Become a Person