Will you sit in in the dim, sleeplessness with me, with our circadian rhythms in sync?
As the warm-toned lamp paints behind printed stories— coated blonde on cream.
Tired yet upright, side by side, until we start to dream. Then hand in hand, wrapped from behind, bound in comfort and security.
Together, could we gaze upon every set that the sun will stream?
Where we dissolve into merely breaths and heartbeats.
From the gravel or grass or dirt beneath our feet, to the tallest skyscraper roof in any city.
Will you rise to each dawn's break and wake endlessly next to me?
So in sync, wirelessly, effortlessly, naturally.
......
Paranoia that resides and confines.
The truth knows nothing of your breath.
Not a thought left unsaid.
No hush— unfiltered; obsessed.
Haste to red— embodiment of embarrassment.
Conductor of my mental state.
A flaw of mine I so much hate.
Temper-less parades.
I have yet to find my escape.
......
Love,
A precious thing
Yet fragile
You make it blooming
Like a beautiful flower.
Give and take actions going on
Slowly, taken for granted
Putting the old love aside
Without noticing it is hurting badly
......
Patience, a virtue so pure and true,
A quality that can carry us through.
A scene of sin? No, that's not quite right,
It's our response to temptation that's the fight.
With wisdom and patience, we can avoid the snare,
And keep ourselves from falling into despair.
We can stay strong when the winds of change blow,
And navigate life's challenges with a steady flow.
......
तू इंतज़ार कर,
सही मौके का
इंतज़ार कर,
जीवन संघर्ष है
कभी ना ख़त्म होने वाला संघर्ष,
जब तक जीवन है ,
तब तक संघर्ष है।
तू भी ज़रूर पाएगा ,
जो तेरा होगा।
तू इंतज़ार कर
......
Will you sit in in the dim, sleeplessness with me, with our circadian rhythms in sync?
As the warm-toned lamp paints behind printed stories— coated blonde on cream.
Tired yet upright, side by side, until we start to dream. Then hand in hand, wrapped from behind, bound in comfort and security.
Together, could we gaze upon every set that the sun will stream?
Where we dissolve into merely breaths and heartbeats.
From the gravel or grass or dirt beneath our feet, to the tallest skyscraper roof in any city.
Will you rise to each dawn's break and wake endlessly next to me?
So in sync, wirelessly, effortlessly, naturally.
......
Paranoia that resides and confines.
The truth knows nothing of your breath.
Not a thought left unsaid.
No hush— unfiltered; obsessed.
Haste to red— embodiment of embarrassment.
Conductor of my mental state.
A flaw of mine I so much hate.
Temper-less parades.
I have yet to find my escape.
......
When the world turned, none knew...
As the soil part ways here,
met half way there, none knew...
Hands joined, wrapped in each others embrace,
whispering their sorrows to each other, none knew...
As the fallen flower grew into a magnificent tree,
under the shade of the foliage they stood,
when the leaves rustled, they never knew...
As the streams turned the corner,
as they split- one to fall, one to flow, they never knew...
......
A quiet ache lingers in the stillness,
a breath held between moments.
Time stretches, taut and trembling,
its edges blurred by longing.
The world moves,yet here it pauses,
each second heavy with absence.
In the waiting,there is a presence-
a shadow of what will come.
......
If patience isn't used, only losses get produced,
Patience is a bait to reduce problems' weight,
If patience is lost, scope for loss is damn vast,
If patience is ignored, only losses are, scored !
M V Venkataraman