Reaching Somewhere Different !!!!!!

I saw till there was nothing more I cared to see.
I heard all in favour and against until it ceased.

Now!!My judjement may not be The One.Of course..
You are afterall someone else.Not another Me.

You said right is this that stands justified my Dear.
But how is there the bad also justified for me to see??!!

There were so many of "those" words to clarify.
Many handy examples to pass out,to explain those things.

I somehow remain un-convinced ,my Dear.I do.
But I dont want to modify anything.Just let it be.

There is Your life for You to live.As you see.
As I have Mine to live in a way I see most fit.

Somewhere the questioning and pondering over matters
The tired "how comes" and "what ifs" do finally stop!!

I am almost there now, hoping not to turn back.I mustn't.
Just living as Me and You have always done together.

Some things change, like the others don't Honey!!
You got to live with some just as you do without others.

Different person's dont think alike now...
Do they??Will they??
And I'am left in thoughts as to what to name...
The destination where I stand today.Is it..??
What they call "acceptance" or the word "compromise".

Rainy Day n a Blue Mind!!

Since yesterday it's been raining and all the time the drops are cast onto Earth either in drizzles or gusts.... but its been goin on and I say too much of anything is bad.I look out of the window and see the leaves looking green, but the vision is of a very watery shade of green and instead of looking fresh they somehow seem to me life-less.... dunno if thats reality or just me???I am not one who is un-responsive to "beauty around" but I see no poetic inspirations in a vague, watery, grey sky.I look at the city dwellers trudjing through the sloshy streets.... so unaccustomed to a violent spray when we lead such high-n-dry lives!!!

There were rainy days when I have gone out and danced...felt the raindrops caress my skin and gone into dreamlands through those dazzling drops.....And there were those cozy days when the rain would mean coming back to a warm home and warmer arms... all soddy and muddy.... when the aroma of coffee as u dry your hair lifts you through the roof to the crazy skies....ooof....such were some lovely days and I have loved the rain to utter bliss...and also there are days just as today....when i can't wait for it to stop.

This brings me to a reflective angle....and I ponder as to why there is the difference...... is it the way it rains?.....ya could be... cauze today its like the Gods crying(but why?I have been a good girl of late!!??!) and the world looks like a tragic water-colour painting gone bad.Cause there are also those magical summer rains when crystal drops enchant the streaming sun-light of blue skies.... and there is a rainbow around in the corner of your lusty eyes....and how much ever you look you can't seem to get an eyefull....

But could be a state-of-ma-mind as well?....well if the rain falling incessantly awakes the moody blues and I turn into the tragedy queen...well no wonder the skies look lost....hummmm!!Through all this I keep peering out of the window in silent and written contemplation and the day does not seem to get better..... so I must go excavate that lovely butteyfly raincoat of mine(remember...beauty lies in the eyes of the beholder or the wearer at least!!) to make the most of a rainyday cause I need to go out...and life must go on anyway.

Darker Shades Of My Passions

I feel those sparks fly again
And the creepy , icy fingers closing in,
Prefacing the searing , scorching pain.
My mind is going blank and phased out.
I am scared of what lies within me.

Much beyond the realms of emotions,
There it is again , looming large.
The ugly side of my love I bear
Passions in extremes...pure and sinister.
There is my bitter-sweet torture all over again.

As I go down in spirals... further...
The void inside me opens wide....embracing,
The pain that shoots up and I gasp.
Powerless I know what will happen ahead.
It's nothing new but always alien.

My life and the whole essence that be;
Once entwined with the vines of love,
Lashes out with claws of despair.
When time freezes and innocence ceases.
I feel the shards wounding again.

Inside my dark and deepest moorings,
I know the why of all that is going on.
In knowledge of my sublime crucification,
I feel those nails driven deeper...And
What bleeds from my cravings.

I let myself go...mind , heart and soul.
The way I chose to love and the living
Even with moments such as these.
Death is but a part of living.....
I have lived my moments through my brushes with death.