Magic of Love

My dear sweetheart,
It is you that I love
Under the stars above
Truly, with all my heart.

My dreams of you
Are dreams of Joy
Passion burns like a fire,
You're my only desire.

This magic that we feel
It tells me our love is real.
Right now and forever,
Our love will go on.

Have I Ever Told You

Have I ever told you
that if I sit really still and silent,
sometimes. I like to think
I can hear your heart beating
in time with mine?

Have I ever told you
that when I watch you speak to me
through lines and cords,
and bytes and ram,
I imagine
your voice,
whispering into my ear?

Have I ever told you
that I wait out each day
in anticipation,
wanting
only an hour or two,
just a second in space and time,
to feel close to you?

Have I ever told you
that there has been times,
when I ached for you,
ached for you so badly,
that the emotions overwhelmed me..
and so I sat and cried?


Have I ever told you
that sometimes,
I will reach out,
touching your name
on this cold screen before me,
wishing
I could reach in
and pull you to me?

Have I ever told you
that after the first time I heard
the sound of your voice,
thousands of miles away,
I sat up all night,
turning the conversation over and over
in my mind,
examining it,
like some newly discovered species of flower?

Have I ever told you
that I would give everything up,
just for one night
to be able to lay near you,
to feel your chest rise and fall
with each breath you take,
just to know that you are real?

Have I ever told you
that I dream of you often,
I dream of you reaching out
and touching my hand,
simply to let me know
that you are there,
and everything is okay?

Have I ever told you,
have I still yet to tell you . . .
that you mean the entire universe to me?

Tinkle,Tinkle Little Car Poem

Tinkle, Tinkle little car
How I wonder what you are.

Leaking oil every day
Having it your own way.

Going up hills real slow
I don't want you any mo'.

Tinkle, Tinkle little car
Boy, what a lemon you are.

Thinking of India Poem

A country where I was born,
where I took my first tiny steps,
A country which taught me it's language of love,
where I blossomed counting it's innumerable blessings.
India, you beckon me.

A country which shaped my future,
where I learnt to respect and pray,
A country which solidified my ideologies,
where I lived a contented soul.
India, you beckon me.

Your mountains I trekked,
Your rivers I rafted,
Your valleys I traversed,
Your people I loved.
India, you beckon me.

Your simplicity, the greatest virtue,
Your diversity, the greatest vigor,
Your vastness, the greatest quest,
Your beauty, the greatest solace.
India, you beckon me.

Now, thousands of miles away,
I am lost, I am forlorn,
I hear my soul say,
I long to be home, take me there.
India, you beckon me.

Living my life away from her,
A new realization dawns,
A place my own, a place so pure,
Needs me back, needs me home.
India, you beckon me.

Diverse is the land of saints,
Proud of it's heritage are we,
It's purity we shall not taint,
Pleased with it's evolution are we.
India, you beckon me.

With my roots in you,
I left my heart behind,
I wish to be back to find myself,
To give you what you gave me.
India, you beckon me.

It’s You and Me she gestures,
“Open your eyes, come back to me,
You have a work undone, a dream unrealized…
Come and see me thrive”.
India, you beckon me.