Midnight Hour.

Beyond the midnight go not..for I want you here with me
I know what's on your mind as I lie here you come close to me
And from that very first touch shock waves through my mind 
Each kiss each touch sending tremors like fibrillation to my heart
Quivering so attuned we were, your pheromones and mine heightens my senses
The adrenalin cruising trough ones blood my mind cope, could not
As I was clasping to my senses, but go you'd not let me
Crying out your name as I cling on to you
My mind spiralling clasping clasping somewhat,
Reasoning I could not reason when those endorphins like a drug
I was ridding on cloud nine floating in time of my beating heart.. so fast
Slowing downs a must..But climbing down I want not
Such long time since we made love my minds in a mire uncontrollably
My darling beyond the midnight chimes do not attempt to go
You'll be lost to me if you go beyond the midnight bell
My senses my mind can cope not if you went beyond the midnight hour
My heart will cry out for you my darling for you.
Each time I see you my heart sings..sings at the sight of you
But then you go beyond the hours of midnight
My eyes will cry out for a sight of you
Tormenting me with that hide and seek game and my heart flips yet again
When at times you'll jump before my eyes and I smile and say hi
At the sight of you my concentration AWOL goes my mind in the clouds
Then from my vision you disappear puff..and leave me
With that sense I was dreaming flowing quietly my tears..miserably
Your like a Jack in a box as you pop on and off
But mostly ignoring me, my heart cant take it not
Why don't you just stay away from me, tormenting I need not
Why can you not feel the same as me..
From you I need not much just your arms around me
Holding me tight as tight as can be..
But if you go beyond he midnight bell you'll be lost to me
And I'll be left ambiguously haunting every shadow of every man I see
Like a lost soul searching her soul mate
That went beyond the midnight hour.
Never to be seen 

Finding You

In a trance, in a fog my mind is
As I sit around waiting for the words to hit me
Those words that I keep only for you and me
Words that mean nothing, to anyone else.. you see
But the words am looking for are hungry for love thirsty as can be
Strangely I understand not, is it you or is-it me
But if its not you who the hell can it be anyone else I know not cant you see
That am in love with or will ever be, so what's it going to be
Obsessively I go from town to town city to city
Wherever  you might be but in my obsession and ambiguity
Of finding you, your not where you should be
For am not just in love with love I guess I'll never be
I just love you as you are and not what you should be
In the light of the night conscious of the shadows faces in the streets
The street lamps in shadows as twilight sips in
In between light and darkness forgetting not
But remembering the way we use to be
When we were in love with love that's how we used to be
But now were just in love you and me
The way you touch my face softly tenderly
And the look in your eyes as you look at me
The tears that you kissed away as I hang on to you..
My darling in a different city at this precise moment I am
Trying to find myself within myself as it seems am lost within
Between the shades and the shadows of the city that am in
I've got this thirst within that hunger for words
That ambiguously comes to me seeing things through your eyes
Creating you poetry that so magically comes to me
Personally personal magic
Its about time that once again
That you my darling should read my words
My poetry..    

Fade In Fade Out

There's a film before my eyes as I stand there
A story I've seen many times before, a scene that one day must be told
As I write there's faces everywhere, old faces young faces
Faces of different races all intermingling with the variety of peoples
That makes up our world, and in my mind I've sketched
Each individual face of the peoples that inhabit our world
A world of colour I haven't  experienced, before
The colours of the peoples here and there
The psychedelic colours, colours filling my senses the way they dress
Colours in one's mind turning one's senses inside out
Those psychedelic colours from my past
Like the paintings on the walls murals and such like
Canvases that cover whole walls amazingly so.
Lingering shadows on gateways those souls that once walked
Now mere shadows the eeriness of this place
The silence evokes of a time past historically once wasn't so great,
It remains the shadows of yesterday, searching, searching a character
I can write about, but characters are thinly spread about
A writer or not the case may be a Poet writing in verse, his verses of poetry
Standing by the river Yamuna in the twilight of night
The evenings turned bright as light uncommonly so
The flashbacks are still within the past immersing with the present
The reality becoming real somehow,
As if am being transported by some time machine
Deplorable time I've landed between then and now
In between times, depressing don't you know.
I being a voyeur saw it all before, not much impressed
By the harshness of a world, that's past no kindness not much different now
As the Mughals that built the Taj the Fatehpur Sikri and all the ones in between.
I worshipping the Taj with wonder in my eyes how could it been built that age ago!
Shivering now as if cold I was, but cold I was not someone walked over me!
I stood there dreaming in a world of my own I can see the shadows
As a mist is covering over the banks of the river now.
Now I must begin the story again as we count the emperors
The ministers the Generals the workers everyone in turn
The musicians to keep the mood high in tempo with those labourers
that would be in tune the music they played
 One day a story will be told as I sit by the river bank
With flashes on my mind embers that would burn not fade
Fade in fade out..Fade in fade out.      

   

That Sigh..

Between the shadows, I have walked alone
Retreating from my world the only world I have known
When you and I walked through the woods hand in hand
Walking like a stranger smiling wryly within
As if you knew differently..The thoughts in your mind
With the changing of the light crossing the bridge so far
It was a moonless light illuminating not my way
So eerie taking to my heels running across to the city
The stares from those strangers that stare whenever I came their way
Like a bride, I was not, those stare's, missing those kisses
That you and I shared that little magic that used to be there
That once so eager we were, with the glowing embers the fire within us
The darkness, the sound of those pealing bells unsung amongst
Those by the roadside, loving to kiss you your lips
Taking thirsty sip's as we embrace just outside that church with its pealing bells
Such  a magic sound, with a story written many moons ago
Those rose curtains in that room of old the white bed
The room scented by the woman expecting her man
Yellow petals profusely scattered everywhere by her
In a moment of madness whenever he came near her
That's when the purest lines even a stranger knows
That from the labyrinth of the city the form of her body in silhouette      
Where often in the foggy mist sleepless lovers meet
Scattered petals under feet fallen in a windy cool breeze
But the tears far from spilling out with love in her eyes
Writing my pages after love
That sigh.. Ahh.  

   

I Need You.

That's precisely what I've been doing for over a year now.
Reading your words and interpreting them depending on how I saw them, 
Trying feeling them dissecting each and every word until it felt right,
And at times yes from the top of my head.
But with me, I had to feel and feel again, 
Not just spewing out parrot fashion, depending, in how visually I saw it 
That's why it takes me a long time to put my thoughts down on paper, or what have you. 
For a very long time, you either refused to read or my words weren't good enough, 
For you refuse to comment let alone a thumbs up in such a long time ! 
Now someone else is going precisely the same but without feeling, 
And you fall backwards to accommodate them.
I need not, the glory the self-importance so it'll make me feel good, special important.
Bamboozling through to achieve the heights some people are so hungry for.
For me, writing is a form of getting out off my system the sorrow that at times I carry within me, 
The emotion is such that at times I want not to live, 
It's not news for am sure at times some people read between the lines,
And see what others don't..when I try talking it out, they want not to know brushing it aside.
For a little while now I seem to be in Vogue, not that I asked for,
My words were getting noticed and favourably commented on. 
But I never saw what others saw in them, 
My words were just words never believed in myself..like a joke you know ! 
My words came from deep within not just the top of my head, 
The agony I go through the tears spilt, no one can see. 
Am an emotional cow a total wreck, 
But as I said I need not the glory that others are so hungry for, they can have it ! 
For my words are nothing but words that at times interfere with my reasoning. 
There's no reasoning with an emotional person. 
God save the world from emotional people like me, total wrecks emotionally, 
So get on with it, for I need not  the self-importance of it all. I need you Subha.
For you encouraged me from day one, in fact, it's all your doing this business of writing.
I never saw what you saw in me, "feeling is the pits"  
Yes, I need you. But not at any cost. 
I won't sell my soul to the devil.
Just because others are doing it !

In My Mind's Eyes

In My Mind's Eyes

In my minds mind, I speak to you
My thoughts my imaginings are with you
In my minds eye, I see you sitting writing
Your words your verses of poetry in my thoughts,
Thinking of telling you those words that are mine
And at times may belong to you, but I've never told you
Didn't think you'd care to hear those words that I composed just for you.
The stars at night in the city, hanging in my  lunar sky
At times the starlight so bright like scintillating little diamonds in my firmament.
Until that shooting star dying falls across the darkening sky
And I wished wishing on that shooting falling star
You can wish on a shooting star
Can't tell you what I wished for. It wouldn't come true if I told you..
Those passing amongst the shadows in the streets
Shadows everyone you can see, even those that you can't.
Amongst the shadows, they'll be
The music the sweet music everywhere it's all around you
The music that I love so much like that Brahms dream of love
As we sit at the cafe the laughter emerging from within
The sound of happy people as they sit listening to the music.
Meanwhile, the sound of the passing train whistling by
Letting everyone know as it trundling slows noisily down
That's  when I thought I should tell you,
As I've waited by the falls in dew
I waited for you, even the scent of the flowers as the evening draws in
The scent so intoxicating my senses my senses high,
The scent of Jasmine so heady.
I've so longed to utter those words such as I love you
I love you in such a way you'd think not possible, perpetually
I've touched you with such a vengeance.. In my ambiguity
My obsession obsessively
My eyes beholding you, I've felt every sinew of you..
My whispering hands over Thee
Loving you as if a tomorrow there wouldn't be.        
After travelling so far, the opening doors the stare's travelling such a distance.
In my heart I know you love me too, love me like I love you
With a passion an uncomprehending passion obsessively.
As I write my words spelling "I l o v e  y o u". Like a poetry in motion
Your lips secretly as they smile at me, the pride in my silence
As am loving you with everything that I possess deeply in the core of my being
My pride my honour my love always be with you, as my obsessiveness.
It's been a long road but in your eyes I can see..The longing
The words of a poet that makes me feel like a queen
The poet in you..
The poet in me.  

 By Connie James

Forget You Not

 Forget you not I want  my sweet I want to forget you not
For you are my star in the dark sky above
The distances between us, I owe you love, life and everything in between
Even the midnight prayer says not much for me, agnostic I'll be
For I pray not at the touch of midnight I pray not much my believe I have lost
I've lost the believe you see..Even those street lamps not so important as I see.
With that mere dim light is not such a part of the story, between us
The little pains you've left with me.. I want not those little pains of yours
Cause pain hurts,  I'd rather owe you those little pleasures
Pleasures that we'd often shared, pleasured between you and me
Like the strings of my guitar as I strum away playing some little tune
Fluttering like a butterfly as I go from A to G plucking a tune for you..for me
I'd rather you play my strings happily by..playing a lullaby
A poet may need his little pains I know the feeling so well by and by
But the poet in me can cope not with the pain, can cope not, it's in vain
The artist needs to feel what he paints like the singer needs to feel what he sings
Even if he's heart's breaking awfully low constricting one's flow
Choking in his throat as his tears seems to unbidden flow
So forget you I want not the pains almost killing me
the tightness in my heart, I want not to forget you
Those lovely guys around mean absolutely not to me
But I like to sit at the coffee shop the aroma so heady one can smell it a distance away
Listening to the music in the twilight of the city its glorious lights and music
Like those characters walking the streets..listening tapping their feet in tempo.
As I started writing looking at them and smile I feel so complete
That's so hard to break from the crowd completely.
I love sketching on a canvas the faces half in shadows, the shades,
Shades of light shadows of dark, like the light on your lips
Wanting to interminably kiss endlessly, your lips your mouth your eyes
So far as not only poetry not, intermingling the sigh's loving to kiss, to kiss
Beauty, not all a woman possesses not just something pretty to look at                                                   She also has a mind a logical mind, forgetting not she has a soul a heart                                               That can break but in my mind my minds am free to walk by the river
Alone completely fearing not that he..
The river's mine and give, to him I shall, I shall give it to he,
The melancholy in your eyes I love to see, I love to see the seduction in he
As I write intermingling and writing again, playing with words until its right in my mind  
Men come and go through time once more there stands he
His eyes so bright he's hair dishevelled his lips moist full of dew
I could resist not but kiss you, a word he could not utter
As he running, all the way..I invited him sit down and a coffee I did offer
Sitting easy now looking at him, and forgetting not
When love walked in. 
         
                                 Connie James.


           
   

Whispering Softly

Whispering softly so softly as I ask is it here about
The village of the red soil just beyond the ancient gates
The gateways the ruins, is this the same place !
That a while back my manuscript I lost, all that while ago
Searching for it I am, you were here also that long time ago
But your whispering seizes not, calmly
As if a point trying to make not here,  no how
In the silence of the night you were along with me
In a cold moonlit night sleepless we were, whispering quietly
All through the night the silence within enjoying we were
As I spoke truly to you from the pages just written
Recited my words my verses that until then had been lost to us
But words we needed not we had our eyes our hands our senses
No need to amplify he volume within us just one look one touch
A caress from your eyes listening whispering like a flowing river,  flowing by..
With the coming of dawn on your shoulder I lay my head sleeping right through.
Until the rising of the Sun. Our hands thus like reaching for the sky's
Worshipping the Sun, dropping to our knees worshipping the other in turn
Kissing loving wishing those feeling not to ever stop,
As our minds reaches a point of no return back again and again
With the whispering river beckoning to us our hands busy or not
Its imaterial when we have fire in our blood.
I have been here all the time lost I've been not, you are mine am yours
As we go on submerging on those cool waters the river whispering quietly
The emotion of it all, I cried and cried could help not the emotion much to much
With the rising of the moon we thought it really funny
From this spot we had'd moved as we laughed and laughed again
Until tears we did shed from our eyes, kissing again somewhat lost
In the search of the old manuscript that long time ago
Somehow lost the search of never getting old old so old.
Staying as we are now like metamorphosing just like those beings in fables
Of old, never growing old time and again metamorphosing anew
As my hands take his I kiss him again softly
We need not a manuscript we can start anew
As if we were born again and again
With you..
 
                                             Connie James.
     

Crystal Clear.

I can see you so clear like a reflection from the mountains
Crystal clear waters falling, flowing from nowhere..
Like the wonder of you standing there as I brush my words
On canvas you making sense of the words I've uttered
Slipping from my lips whenever I reach to you touch you
You seemed so far so far from me
Even the rainy days the nights in full moon casting its light on you
As I come and sit beside you inhaling the scent of you
Heightens  my senses the moon me and you
The night light travels like a painter brush in hand
Painting the light in your eyes those mesmerising eyes
Ambiguous eyes, those that pass..Seeing you painting..stops by
Asking which Epoch we were at.. you said love.
Then the rain softly came in transparent like, a gossamer of light
Those crystal drops like tears falling from the sky's nakedly transparently
Just underneath the bridge coming close to you
The lamps on their own, the lonely streets as I wait beneath
Those street lamps of old lonely waiting for you
My words have no wings as I greet you,
My words my words without wings, can not reach you,
They wont travel the distance rather slowly they are
Being far from home you gave me a place of my own
A little land where I could grow my bread from day to day
I..Taking hold of you kiss you love you
Love you with my eyes my body and soul my heart
The very core of me like you there's never been anyone..anyone like you
The north winds came ferociously it came uninvited by me
But the Picture on my mind you face imprinted there deep within me,
The face that is you
The face that so reminds me of you.

                                                     Connie James.    
 

Without Frontiers

Without Frontiers

My darling do not dim out the lights
For I like to see you not in silhouette
I love to cast my eyes and drink the beauty of you,
You are wonderful to look at
My eyes looking at you as I admire your physique,
The way you stand there looking at me
Painting me with your eyes each brush stroke
Each touch makes me feel like a queen
Seeing desire in your eyes, I melt within,
Do not go, not from me.
I need you're, love you're understanding the whole of you,
Nothing else will do
In the stars, it was written that you and I were meant to be
But the ambiguity in you tells me you feel not the same, do you!
For you I must fight, for you've grown roots in my heart
My mind so full of you, obsessively so, but the ambivalence in me
Cares, not one jot or not,  all or not it must be,
My darling look at me one more time before you go
I need to engrave your image deep within me, enhancing my soul.
I can pretend not to know what you do to me,
Inflaming my heart with every word.
All I know I can carry not with the thought that one day you'll walk from me
Am a soul in turmoil for I know not why I love you.. I just do
You might as well ask the stars scintillating in the sky's why,
And the moon in its element why it shines
Leaving me in this torment
Ambiguously I know not why the stars shine or not
I feel like a dying star little by little extinguishing in the firmament I've built
That once was so bright now mostly in silhouette, a star dying, puff.
My darling let me look at you at the beauty of you
Let my eyes mesmerise drinking the beauty before my eyes
Tears flowing like rivulets feeding the roots in my heart
That has grown so deeply.
So my darling just look at me and smile won't you!
Leaving me the illusion you've cared for me
Involuntary or not mysteriously little by little the reasoning in me
The obsessive obsession I hold within for you obsessively
Without barriers or frontiers, there are no frontiers
When it comes down to you
.
                                     By Connie James
                           
     

In Your Eyes

In between the boulevards the vapour from the lamps
The moon so blue shimmering light at  the fort I search your hand
The words I've uttered rising from nowhere,
 It came to mind as I was standing there
At the oasis I knew not it was there.
That undulating river like that woman's walk
Undulating her hips as she walks by the river
With that exaggerating walk each time glancing back
To see if he was there watching her
Her words she uttered excitedly you could see the tinge of red as she blushed
He grasped my fingers so tightly, I was surprised looking at he
Thinking the cheek of the man, secretly loving it.
Those who thought me a boat one must not leave-it alone
Anchor must be dropped if you want not it drifting away
But I always listen not incorrigible am I learning not by ones mistakes,
Suffering thereafter the pain within is a reminder telling you so.
I've told you time and again but you seem to think not.. forgotten.
I lay my hands upon yours covering your hands with love
Couldn't you feel my hands radiating with a warmth warming your heart
With the fatigue from your journey, you know not where you are
The only light I see is the light exhuming from your eyes
There's no darkens within you the luminousness
The grace the passion of the artist as he recaptures you
With he's paints his pallet his brushes as he try's bringing you out
With his brush strokes the image before him
Recapturing the form of your lips like a whisper just thus
Like a kiss the scent so sweet as you breathe ahh. the ecstasy on your face
At last you are where you want to be recapturing that scent of he.
But the stranger in you infinitely deserves to meet one such as you
At the lonely station we met, it seemed we were all present in happiness I smiled
As I watch you exultantly speak words nonsensical words, meaning full words
Between the shadows and light, yet again there's a man a woman
In the shades of night walking into cafe so light, talking smiling over there coffee cups
Words written not but expressed what I'd always wanted to say
But time never seemed right. Now reading in your eyes time and time again
The winds whispering from the fort, the moon shining above
I look at you..In your eyes, there's love.            

Oh Man.

In the silence of midnight the nights belong to me
The words belong to you ..
And in the silence of the night the rupture on your face,
Your looking like a king ..
I love to feel your eyes on me ..
As I'm  looking  at you ..
I say what can you see what can you see in me.!
as his eyes roving over me ..
like a painter sketching me on he's mind..
like a lover loving you with he's eyes..
and the hands of a poet moulding you on his mind ..
as he feels each word each verse coming from deep within..
As the mist from his breath escaping him as he breathes slowly ..
as if he's catching his breath as am kissing him,
playing with he's lips taking thirsty sips taking little nips from your lips..
giving  up you would not, holding on to the midnight silences
euphoric you were, I could see in your eyes..
But the euphoria would last not Indefinitely or not,
Finely our senses returned to a calmed night insatiable or not.
those hills so green witnessing the love within us.
the countless sleeplessness nights.
as if looking at you the very first time.
Coming across you you do realise, there's a fire burning in my heart,
The sense of a woman craving her man, to touch to feel close so close.
one more touch one more vision .
through the curtains of midnight,
My visions painted on my mind.
I cried out your name as I crossed the doors closed I cried out your name.
At the crossed road uncertain which to take, in the highways
I stood soaked might as well starker's be by the river awaiting her man
He strolling unhurriedly that night  by the river.
and I standing waiting for he, with those letters I've written
never posted I've kept with me..
I playing with words unwritten so difficult to know,
my insatiable hunger for you  for your words obsessively so.
The pain mirrored in my mirror one can see, as am speaking to you seeing you
My senses my senses has no defences dulled.
My hands my hands before your face ,
facing the darkness the light the darkness once again .
The light as you walk away retracing your steps taking my hands,
in my dream am lost in the primitiveness of my ways .
Man I utter desperately mastering the love I'll ever fell.
Crying out walking through the gates of my mind.
To touch you once more.
Oh Man .                          
                                   
                                  Connie James .

Impossible.

                         
                         Impossible

There's a weight upon my soul, there are tears in my heart
For those friends of old, I want not to wake up.
There are tears falling from my skies, it's so grey outside
That I just want to hide under my duvet
And hibernate like the animal I've become that I want to live not
With this weight upon my soul, to curl up and go
I could quite happily at this precise moment
The ache inside of me is immeasurable
I know not why, but there are tears in my heart, it hurts
Hurting awfully bad...Why must I feel this way
For I want to shout and rage scream, at those that love me
Raging within, this pain in my heart I can do nought about
Just have to sit and wait for this pain to dissipate eventually it'll depart,
And I'll feel ashamed at the dark thoughts in my mind
Raging like a bull in a china shop, causing destruction
As am hating the world, some people in my world,
They do me no good just fucking with my feelings.
The silence penetrating my soul, I need not silence
I need laughter, love in my world and music I can dance to
Just someone the hug to hold me, telling me am okay
But my mind won't listen, for when am feeling this way,
With tears in my heart a weight upon my soul it's very hard to reason
And the tears outside, falling from my heavens...
The ambivalence in me, my mind can cope not with the raging within
I understand not why it's taking hold of the strings of my heart
For I want not to play it, for it's playing a sad tune.. in my mind,
I want not to exhume all those feelings buried or not deeply within.
Cause they hurt, wake up I want not just slip into oblivion.
Oblivion or not the case may be.I want to crawl not through the mire of my feelings.
Those that I love or not, it's immaterial, silence permeates obsessively
Ambiguously penetrating my mind with thoughts unworthy for they deserve not my love
By tomorrow, I'll think not of those that are worthy or not of my love
I shall bury it deeply into the corners of my heart,
Forget or not?
Impossible.

        By Connie James

Pilgrim Lost.

The smiling face on the mirror may be real or not be
Like the half hidden faces knocking on that door so green. 
Just before he arrives on that bus that comes from village to village,
carrying coconuts in mass and there leaves.
And the children shining like the sun, so bright. 
The ageless woman in her dignity in her ageless beauty she smiles at strangers, without impunity.
She cares not what they think what they say, In her world nothing's taboo, 
She up front come what may. I invite them to sit as I face the valleys so deep
The winds so fresh coming through those hills in the valleys down bellow, the cashew trees.
At the church yard he enters so sure of himself, he's a beauty of a man so very handsome..
He stands there proud proud as can be,
Its written on his face that he knows what he wants he'll not compromise..
He came from beyond the sea from some far far land, he smiles at me and I nod at him smilingly.
As we sit together in the departing bus, through the tunnel he's hands searches mine.
I looking at him surprised, he had a beautiful smile his sunlit eyes looking at mine
With pretensions not as if he knew me.
Coming far far away any city anywhere he was very knowledgeable at the things he said,
So appealing was he. At the bus stop, we stopped for a coffee very amusing was he, 
His laughter so contagious tinkling peals of laughter so unusual in a man perfect was he.
I could write and write pages on him.
When we said our goodbye's so sorry to see him go, 
He was a breath fresh air so sad to see him go, as he boarded the bus back into town. 
The sight of that departing bus from me, 
Its as if an impressionist painting left unexplored, to dry in the moon light. 
Through the streets I roamed through building churches , 
And at midnight alone at the station I cry inconsolably
Like a pilgrim I've been searching for the one,the one that lives within, in my mind my soul. 
There're footsteps approaching I hope its he, but whether its him or not, 
I want him not lost he's mine you see.
The sound of the bells sounding, the nippy hills winds kissing me 
Now I see he's a different person, melancholy resides in he's eyes. 
The face I loved the shadows of the night behind his eyes.
Our eyes met sitting at the bench not a word passed our lips, 
As if we're two pilgrims at their collected pilgrimage..

To Be a Wanderlust.

To be a wanderlust, how I'd would love to be..
To travel wherever I wanted to go from A to Z.. 
I'd drop everything at this precise moment.. 
I know I'd go wandering from North to South.
Roaming from East to West..
I'd hide under a stone where no one could find me..
I'd cross every river and ignore everybody.. 
With the silver moon and I would swoon, if I came across he !!
On the river side and those green hills far away, 
With the moon in the sky and I on the rail tracks where it came roaring by, 
that train in the night passing by.. 
And I promised I'd be by so near, on the other side of the tracks.. 
With you on the veranda, where the river touches us
As we dangle our feet just underneath that veranda, where you and I..
Uttered those words, that you'd so reluctantly uttered.. 
Your best words, as I roam with my love once again between my city and your city..
Where once you kissed me..when the train came roaring by.

The Stars Know It.

The stars know it; as I lie down on the sands,
I lie down beside you with the naked moon above in its half light
Dreamily I look at you..Being pampered by the moon naked, 
Shadowed by the boat just along me and you 
And the lantern on its deck casting light ,
Just like the stars high above us scintillating with a smile. 
The stars knowing why you and I in shadow of the long boat. 
Time and again searching words to say to you..
But each time thinking of you the words wont come true,
As I try and try what to say to you.
As the sea breeze hovering over me, 
Over you depositing little kisses between you and me.
Once again I kiss the sea, it matters not how near or far we are,
Your always in my thinking, for my thoughts always thinking of you,
Whether your far or nearer,  my sights on the far horizon that I've kept for you,
As I stand by the doors of the beach huts, between me and you,
I kept the horizon for you. 
Sacred or not the remaining love always so true and beautiful
As when your eyes look at me as they used to do.. 
The stars know-it as we lay on the sands
Between the sea the long boat below the half moonlit naked moon. 
The stars know-it , the stars know it......

Then What.

When I open the door and he stood there, 
I could not believe it was him.. 
I looked at him stupefied the cheek of the man, 
As he was soaked with rain with a flower in his hand
As he was knocking at my door. And ?
I was sitting at my piano when the lantern shown,
I was playing Brahms Lullaby, a dream of love, 
Such a sad tune its there for one to see,
But as the wind flows it blows the sheets of music disturbing my flow,
My concentration. Then? Then I pick that book, 
I've been meaning to read until then didn't have the need to start anew. 
It was called the notebook, and from page one I was hooked, 
Such a lovely story of love of perseverance, not giving up when things got tough, 
Being there for instance. When? when she opens the window to let the night in,
Its so intoxicating the scent of the night. And?
And there she is behind her window pane watching for when he came.. 
I stayed  around just for him..
Whether he knew or not I stayed only for him; Then?
Then I opened the door and there he stood; Then? 
Then with an epic of words, of a beautiful fable real or not,
Written in my words of an ever ending obsession of love..
And ? and then the poet came; The rest is poetry. Then? 
The rain came and hand in hand we run, 
Reaching high with our hands as in prayer;
As it lashed down we didn't care if we got wet or not,
We were soaked through right through.
There was nothing left to be said for we've said it all
With our lips our eyes our hands,
The obsessive hands that would not quieten down.
That obsessive love. The rest Is like poetry in motion..
Then? There is no then. But just now.!

Who Am I

Who am I !! That's a question, I haven't asked myself..
A question I have to think about...Am she that has moved from here,
A long long time ago but each time I comeback...
They ask who are you? am I stranger,I don't look and sound the same, 
Even my accent has changed, as they ask yet again "who are you"?...
I started from here where the flowers grow, those yellow white blue petals,
In the morning dew..Of the rain that constantly falls,
Making my little corner of the world memorable..like those unsung words ,
And the unwritten story's that have been kept for me. But who are you? 
Am she the girl that was the best of the lot ..so they'd say...
They never emphasised, they wouldn't say .. 
She's suppose to be a good looker, except she didn't know it, so innocent was she...
I have written some pages, oh I don't know, I can't remember...
Such a long time ago..as I knock on the door of the old abode I shout is anyone there.
A voice asked, Who are you? Why couldn't anyone remember me...
Got tired of them asking who are you? The afternoons through the evening,
The long nights that I roamed...the streets that I roamed, trying to find myself, for no one knew of me..
But you've been away a long long time!! 
I have been away. But am back. 
Back here to my roots, where its light ,where the sun the rain, 
The darkness the light and the day & night. 
Then when night I will write, and after the first line...
I'll be hungry for the words that'll follow, 
Like a bird in the desert looking for water thirsty for the knowledge, 
Knowing here I am, in the rain. Yes my words. And you always.