Beauty Out of tragedy

Jan 20

Dear Rock,

The piles of snow
Yards of sand
Miles of forests
Seventy seven rivers
And everything else
Between you and me
That I will never cross.
Far away from you,
I close my eyes
As if that will make me forget
That they will never see you.
Only the nights remind me
That at least,
We lie under the same moon

Feb 2

Dear Me,

Today I met someone

Who has been touched by a star

And glows on his own strength

Even in the midst of

Mud and grime

Feb 22

Dear Rock,

Whatever house I may live in,
Or city I travel to,
The temple that I worship at
- the place of mystery, awe, wonder
Will always be your heart.

Feb 27

Dear Me,

But someone knocks

At my place of worship

Maybe

Company will always be

More alluring

Than prayer

March 7

Dear Rock,

I dare to walk into fire,

Stare into the devil’s eyes

Because I know

I can always come back to safety

Like the rain that falls

With the certainty of the earth below it,

I walk in a trance

Certain of your protection

Following me everywhere.

March 19

You who disturbed me in my prayer,

Ever wonder why there is no
prince of hearts
in the deck of cards?
Because I stole you from the fates...

April 5

Dear Rock,

I will have you know

No matter how many people

Offer me their shoulders to cry on

And hands to wipe my tears

It is always you I think of in my mind

When I need to share a secret

April 20

Dear Prince,

It is said that

Few lovers are worthy of their poems

And then there are some
Only worthy of epics
And a foolish poet like me,
Who tries to contain you
In haikus.

May 6

Dear Rock,

My love for Linton is like the foliage in the woods. Time will change it, I'm well aware, as winter changes the trees - my love for Heathcliff resembles the eternal rocks beneath - a source of little visible delight, but necessary, said Catherine Earnshaw.

I have a question for you. How many rocks are you allowed to have? Can I have more than one?

May 26

Dear Prince,

I need girlfriends because

I cannot tell you
How I find someone else

More interesting than you.
I cannot tell you
I have a crush
On your best friend,
However tiny the crush might be
And I cannot tell you
How I miss someone else

All the time

June 4

Dear Me,

How easy it is to store life
In little chat-box like compartments
That don't spill into each other
And how unhealthy it is
To navigate

June 17

Dear Prince,

I always assumed that
I would be able
To draw the line
At the next step,
Not realizing that
You walk around with
An eraser in your pocket,
Just in case.

You’ve taken over my life.

June 16

Dear Rock,

My love for Linton is like the foliage in the woods. Time will change it, I'm well aware, as winter changes the trees - my love for Heathcliff resembles the eternal rocks beneath - a source of little visible delight, but necessary, said Catherine Earnshaw

Could I possibly get the rock out of my system?
What would it take?

Alien invasion?
Meteor explosion?
Dinosaur football?
Tectonic plate shift?

July 20

Dear Prince,

Life gives me so many
    hurts
    deficiencies
    inadequacies
    insecurities.
Having you
Makes up for all of them.

You are the gift

I gave to myself

To be opened on account of

Calamities.

The message in a bottle

I set afloat

Which brought me back

Good tidings.

August 13

Dear Rock,

You are

The earth on which I walk

August 29

Dear Prince,

When he shattered
His jar of memories
Of us together,
I picked up the pieces
And made a wall hanging
For the living room.
I did it again 
With a smile
And again
For anyone who left.
I guarded them zealously
And displayed them proudly
"Look I made a thing of beauty 
Out of tragedy."
But when you gently
Slid your jars
My way
And got up to leave
I realized
That I didn't care about the jar 
Any more.
It was you who made me feel
That the memento I would make
Is only a lowly substitute
for the one who leaves

September 6
Dear Rock,

Who are the people
Who day after day
Bask in your company
That is as dear as
A cherished winter sun?
Do they even know
How lucky they are?

September 21

Dear Prince,

I looked for me in the lines of your palm

Maybe in your marriage line,

If not that, in the lines of love and infatuation?

Perhaps with you in your success,

Aiding you in progress?

Accompanying you on travels?

Finding myself nowhere,

I had turned away, sad

Only when I look back at

Your life’s ups and downs

Do I realize

That I was the obstacle

In your life line

October 14

Dear Rock,

There was a point in time
When I remembered
Every single thing
That had happened to me.
As events crowded
And threatened to snap
My limited synapses
Now more and more I realize
That I remember only
The most important things 
If all else perished, and you remained, I should still continue to be; and if all else remained, and you were annihilated, the universe would turn to a mighty stranger, said Catherine Earnshaw.

Once again I woke up to a heartful of you.