Up front…

This is an illusion,

The apperance of things,

But there is reality,

You are the reality,

When you understand this,

YOu know you are nothing,

And being nothing,

You are everything… 

A magic moment I remember…

A magic moment I remember:
I raised my eyes and you were there.
A fleeting vision, the quintessence
Of all that's beautiful and rare.

I pray to mute despair and anguish
To vain pursuits the world esteems,
Long did I near your soothing accents,
Long did your features haunt my dreams.

Time passed- A rebel storm-blast scattered
The reveries that once were mine
And I forgot your soothing accents,
Your features gracefully divine.

In dark days of enforced retirement
I gazed upon grey skies above
With no ideals to inspire me,
No one to cry for, live for, love.

Then came a moment of renaissance,
I looked up- you again are there,
A fleeting vision, the quintessence
Of all that`s beautiful and rare.

Wanderlust

Wander         wander

wandering,

meandering, 

the urge to roam,

to dance,

to fly,

to just be,

the search for being free,

the need to see,

to go,

to find,

to search,

to do,

my thirst …….

so easily quenched……..

so close to home……….

and yours….to grand….,

so elegant,

so marvellous,

climbing mountaintops,

and far off stars….

and trip to mars….

and all of it,

so wild,

so vast,

so free,

as you go wander…

wandering……….

and then the best part of all,

when satisfied,

complete,

and even if not

then also…. 

you wander 

slowly

home to me….