mother

Isnt't it strange
that all food tastes better
when mother is back in home

even the cow milk
that she has nothing to do with

Tears of shame

Because i could not tell you my secret
And watch you hurt

It decided to come tumbling down my eyes

That i was happy about leaving you behind

Pants on fire

While i bounce off
The shiny, squeaky clean surface of
The straight-talker,

I find the layers upon layers
Of your personality
Oddly familiar
And for that reason,
Inviting.

Every layer
Has something different
The softness of fluffy candy
The smell of roses
The prickly thorns
The moisture of blood and tears
The mysterious past
The glamorous sadness
The cauldrons of stories
The alluring loneliness
You have it all.

The comfort of love.
The promise of adventure.
And at the center of the layers
Even the warmth of crisp blankets
That i could cuddle up and fall asleep in
With the layers of your petals
Protectively keeping watch all the time

And if you know which layer
I do not like
You will give me another
Even better
More dazzling than ever

I could just walk in your maze
For hours and hours

I could almost forget
That it is humanely impossible
To be so many things at once

Unless you are a
Liar,
Liar

Coming of age

You watch american movies
And read lifestyle magazines
Chick lit full of etiquette tips
And think that is how the world is

You begin to believe
That if you are polite and nice
And in the company of polite and nice people
Who will ask you about your day
Remember what you like to eat
Open the car door for you
Bring you flowers
You will be happy
There should be nothing more you can ask for

Until someone comes along
Who touches the very citadels of your being
Rocks your soul
Makes your entire existence worthwhile
Just by his being in the world

And in one moment,
Shatters the illusive world you built
To smithereens

Why i was dazzled by you

Because no one else had thought
The nerdiness in me
Was attractive
In the least bit

The moment when you realize

That it's not about the qualities of the other person
Not their clothes,
Not the school they went to,
Not their choice in music,
Not their level of intelligence
Not their tendency to niceness
Not your shared childhood

It's only and only about
How they make you feel

i was once a cranky soul

unloved,
and uncomprehending
that being unloved
was the reason
for my crankiness

It is not love if

It does not make me kind

I know it is not love when

You say you love me
But i know
I can never be happy with you

I know, because i have known love

Love is that
Which makes you soar
Makes you smile
Makes you happy
Makes you kind
Makes you creative
Makes you give your best
And smile through it

Love is
When you don't mind waking hours
To complete an essay
When you don't mind
Making efforts for those less fortunate
For the unhappy souls who are always cranky
Because they are unloved

Love is
When you don't mind
Giving them their share
Letting them win
Listening to them whine

Just because
The one you love
Is in your life
And looks upon you kindly
Just because you have so much love
That you don't mind sharing

I know,
Because i have known such love
I have been
Inspired by it

And what you foist on me
Is nothing but
A heavy burden
Of your love
Piled years deep
That you expect me
To be grateful about!

If it does not make me soar
Does not make me kind
Does not inspire me to make an effort
For those less fortunate,
It is not love

No,this is not the love
That i can live with

Why i am so sure

Life has fulfilled
Every little wish of mine
Even the ones
That i dared not
Acknowledge to myself

You are far away
But you will come back,
I am sure

Because life has to give me
A proximity to you
In some way

in moments of grief

it is strange how
everyone says the same words,
more or less

and only the words of some
comfort

Conversations

the best conversations
never leave lasting memories
of what they were all about

in days they are gone
like footsteps in sand

leaving behind only
a warm glow

which is all you remember
no matter how thoroughly
you search
the corners of your heart

Years later

The more I think  of you,
the more I fall in love with you

The little nuances
of your personality
make all the more sense

We were meant to be together
for a long, long time

we just weren't

(How can fate cheat us so?)

(If there was a god, he wouldn't let this happen)

The magic.

of the outdoors.
in summer nights.

And my dreams

Will certainly heal me tonight