Sunday, April 11, 2010

This is how I love you..

I don't love you as if you were a rose of salt, topaz,

or arrow of carnations that propagate fire:

I love you as one loves certain dark things,

Secretly, between the shadow and the soul.

I love you as the plant that doesn't bloom and carries

the light of those flowers, hidden, within itself,

and thanks to your love the tight aroma that rose,

from the earth lives in my body in darkness.

I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where

I love you directly without problems or pride

I love you like this because I don't know aany other way to love

Except in this form in which I'm not nor are you,

so close that your hand upon my chest is mine,

so close that your eyes close with my dreams

Pablo Neruda

Monday, March 15, 2010

Your Grandest Downfall

This poem is about a girl yearning for love..hopelessly heartbroken I say..that girl could be you,that girl is me.

No matter the time,no matter the place

I carry you within my arms and through my paths

I wish to be the delicious,gold mornings that alight upon you

But its on your deep,dark nights..

that I yearn to be the moonlight you walk in..

the arms for you to soak in

I want to be the kindness that shines in your eyes

But I'd even settle for the madness in your heart

I am the home you so often brutally walk past

But I will always be the busyness you drown yourself in

I am witness to the battles you wage

I watch your pain and make it mine

I am a treasure trove brimming just for you

the part of your spirit that believes 'I can'

I am the possibility of your transformation..

and if you allow me..

I will be your awakening,your calling,your love

Tuesday, March 9, 2010

My Man

I want a man,who'll lead me down a beach.With his hands covering my eyes,Just so I can feel the sand under my feet.
I want a man,who'll wake me up at dawn.Dying to talk to me,just because he can't wait even one more minute.

(to be continued)

Sunday, March 7, 2010

Happy Women's Day

This is dedicated to those few but super special women in my life-my friends,my sisters,my aunts,my mother.I love the lyrics that follow..they put me back on my path again...hope you love them too

Baz Luhrmann-Everybody's free to wear(sunscreen)

If I could offer you only one tip for the future, sunscreen would be it. The long-term benefits of sunscreen have been proved by scientists, whereas the rest of my advice has no basis more reliable than my own meandering experience. I will dispense this advice now.Enjoy the power and beauty of your youth. Oh, never mind. You will not understand the power and beauty of your youth until they've faded. But trust me, in 20 years, you'll look back at photos of yourself and recall in a way you can't grasp now how much possibility lay before you and how fabulous you really looked. You are not as fat as you imagine.Don't worry about the future. Or worry, but know that worrying is as effective as trying to solve an algebra equation by chewing bubble gum. The real troubles in your life are apt to be things that never crossed your worried mind, the kind that blindside you at 4 p.m. on some idle Tuesday.Do one thing every day that scares you.Sing.Don't be reckless with other people's hearts. Don't put up with people who are reckless with yours.Floss.Don't waste your time on jealousy. Sometimes you're ahead, sometimes you're behind. The race is long and, in the end, it's only with yourself.Remember the compliments you receive. Forget the insults. If you succeed in doing this, tell me how.Keep your old love letters. Throw away your old bank statements.Stretch.Don't feel guilty if you don't know what you want to do with your life. The most interesting people I know didn't know at 22 what they wanted to do with their lives. Some of the most interesting 40-year-olds I know still don't.Get plenty of calcium. Be kind to your knees. You'll miss them when they're gone.Maybe you'll marry, maybe you won't. Maybe you'll have children, maybe you won't. Maybe you'll divorce at 40, maybe you'll dance the funky chicken on your 75th wedding anniversary. Whatever you do, don't congratulate yourself too much, or berate yourself either. Your choices are half chance. So are everybody else's.Enjoy your body. Use it every way you can. Don't be afraid of it or of what other people think of it. It's the greatest instrument you'll ever own.Dance, even if you have nowhere to do it but your living room.Read the directions, even if you don't follow them.Do not read beauty magazines. They will only make you feel ugly.Get to know your parents. You never know when they'll be gone for good. Be nice to your siblings. They're your best link to your past and the people most likely to stick with you in the future.Understand that friends come and go, but with a precious few you should hold on. Work hard to bridge the gaps in geography and lifestyle, because the older you get, the more you need the people who knew you when you were young.Live in New York City once, but leave before it makes you hard. Live in Northern California once, but leave before it makes you soft.Travel.Accept certain inalienable truths: Prices will rise. Politicians will philander. You, too, will get old. And when you do, you'll fantasize that when you were young, prices were reasonable, politicians were noble and children respected their elders.Respect your elders.Don't expect anyone else to support you. Maybe you have a trust fund. Maybe you'll have a wealthy spouse. But you never know when either one might run out.Don't mess too much with your hair or by the time you're 40 it will look 85.Be careful whose advice you buy, but be patient with those who supply it. Advice is a form of nostalgia. Dispensing it is a way of fishing the past from the disposal, wiping it off, painting over the ugly parts and recycling it for more than it's worth.But trust me on the sunscreen

Thursday, January 14, 2010

Wishes O wishes

I wish Love didn't have innumerable definitions..I would have liked to define it for myself

I want there to be no right or wrong..I want to make that choice for myself

I dream that the terms orthodox and unorthodox die a silent death...and then I would go down this unbeaten path myself

These subtle difference..these daunting parallels..I wish to eliminate them...if not from this universe then from my life at last