Rains

Rain, rain, rain you love,
And I drown myself in drops of water ,
Salty water that takes away my dreams,
Dazed, I dive deep into the past
And lovingly touch the pearls sitting pretty
Inside my heart.

Rain, rain, rain you say
And I flow like a spring from behind the clouds,
Bringing in the sound of falls
That you so like to hear.
Rain, rain, rain you say
And I become water to bring music to your ears.

When the clouds are dark
Looming large over the sky,
Torrent of rain floods the earth
Rain, rain, rain you cry;
And I become the rains to hold you in my arms.

Image

I often have a doubt whether I do love or regard anybody or is it only an image that I have superimpose on them.
The amount of love and affection that my heart can hold is too much for any human being. The love, the passion the depth all point to a recipient far superior to any person I know of, no ordinary being can take such love, let alone reciprocate.
Whenever their acts do not confirm to that image, they fall in my eyes and often I lose the regard or the love that I thought I had . In most cases this is true, we always love an image. Only exception may be our children because they are part of us, and however bad they may be even in our own eyes, we continue to love ourslves.
Day 2
Even when we find out that our loved ones are acting in a degraded manner, we try to find excuses for them. When we hate some one, we hate the evil image really that he creats . So if we should hate the sin and not the sinner the same logic holds good for love and if that be the case, we should love or hate qualities and not the person/s possessing such qualities or the lack of it.
Why and who do we love apart from ourselves ! Only that which gives us pleasure. So we love him/her only if he/she gives us pleasure in any form, visual, verbal or sexual. Some people have very twisted idea of pleaure and they love people who oppress or inflicts pain on them. It always starts and ends with "I' and "Me" and nothing else. So it is really not the other guy that we love but we love that which is the source of our pleasure.

End Lover

The last love
My end lover,
All your ardor
All your passion
Means nothing to me,
You hold me close,
In moments of tenderness
Your lips seek mine,
You press them hard to show your strength;
But they fail to conquer,
I try to give in, I try to surrender.
Each time I fancy I have found you,
My dreams fall shattered.
I find you here, I find you there
Only in parts and bits,
In a glance, in some lips
Or in a pair of caressing hand,
But nowhere were you present
In all your might, in all your self,
A sudden touch on my heart string
And the world was live with music so divine,
It finds it echo here, here in the corner of my heart.

You and me

Often wonder who was with me all through;
And I find only you ,
Walking hand in hand
From the first day that the sun smiled on us;
To the dusky evening and dark starry night.

They came and parted leaving a shadow
They are passers-by
And not my own.

I loved and hated
And held them close till they went their way.
You waited patiently!
And on each parting I turned to you
Looking for solace and warmth
We grew up and am turning grey.
But when I look at you
The same old friend, smiling and stretching out your hand.
Age never touch you and you smile like the rose
For ever and ever till the end.
And I know you will still be there waiting
As you waited for me to come out of my mothers womb,
A tiny little bundle of life and you waited for me to come of age
To find you there waiting for me.