THOUGHTS: THERE ARE TIMES IN LIFE.....................

I miss you, my lover, more than my next breath. I am constantly thinking of you and my heart sighs and my body aches to be with you. Your words echo in my mind and I hold your promises as a bouquet of flowers that perfumes my soul. Where this path of love we have both embarked on will lead I do not know but I do know there is no one whose hand I would rather hold while walking it. Keep me safe in your heart, do not forget about me but keep me in every poem, in every song, in every dream, in every ray of moonlight, in every jasmine flower, as I do

PART 2

We are all here on this planet, as it were, as tourists. None of us can live here forever. The longest we might live is a hundred years. So while we are here we should try to have a good heart and to make something positive and useful of our lives. Whether we live just a few years or a whole century, it would be truly regrettable and sad if we were to spend that time aggravating the problems that afflict other people, animals, and the environment. The most important things is to be a good human being

PART 3

There are times in life, when you feel like you’re as close to magic as possible.
These moments emerge out of nowhere,
Only to engulf you thoroughly.
A window shattering wind blows,
Over a dull grey sky,
But it’ that makes your heart fly.
Amidst chaos and cheer,
Unable to distinguish confusion from fear,
You find that sliver of glitter,
To light up your day.
between words and actions,
You’re stuck, for you have to make a choice,
But each choice opens an endless door of opportunities,
Exactly halving the possibilities.
Warmth by words and hugs,
Cannot be matched,
For these carve out a special corner for themselves.
With every note, beat and crescendo,
The music seeps deeper into our veins,
Breaking free from the chains,
Of stress and anxiety,
To give birth to a smile at the end.
With independence at the midnight hour,
When we took up the reins of power,
It wasn’t just liberation,
It was then that a magical bird of independence had flown.
With every up and down,
High and low,
We realise that life isn’t perfect,
But to cherish a brush with magic, we sure do know.

PART 4

When someone tells you, ‘I love you,’ and then you feel, ‘Oh, I must be worthy after all,’ that’s an illusion. That’s not true. Or someone says, ‘I hate you,’ and you think, 'Oh, God, I knew it; I’m not very worthy,’ that’s not true either. Neither one of these thoughts hold any intrinsic reality. They are an overlay. When someone says, 'I love you,’ he is telling you about himself, not you. When someone says, 'I hate you,’ she is telling you about herself, not you. World views are self views-literally


PART 5

Have you met someone in your life and say to yourself:
“I love this person.
I want to be with this person.
I won’t stop praying for this person.
I would love to share everything with this person.
I choose this person.
I am blessed to have this person.
I want to spend the rest of my life with this person”
That’s love.
That’s decision.
That’s commitment.


PART 6

My promise to you isn’t that you will not fall, But rather that when you do I’ll help pick you up.

My promise to you isn’t a lifetime of happiness, but a world full of colour, and a paintbrush to cover the grey.

My promise to you isn’t that you’ll never feel sad, but that when you do I’ll do everything in my power not to make you laugh for a second, but to make you feel okay again for as long as possible.

My promise to you isn’t a love where nothing goes wrong, but a love that has enough trust and respect to not let arguments cause earthquakes.

My promise to you is that on days when the colors go away, I make you breakfast and we go for a walk and go to sleep early so that maybe tomorrow is a little bit better.

My promise to you is to do everything in my power to help you feel the tiniest bit better when the world feels like it’s falling down.

I know I cannot cure you and make it all go away,

but I promise I’ll do my best to make sure it doesn’t always stay.




PART 7

It’s not about looking into someone’s eyes in the middle of a storm and them having the power to make it stop.

It’s about being able to look into someone’s eyes and know that their gaze will never waver whether the world is falling apart around you or you’re in the middle of the beach on a sunny day.

It’s about knowing that they can’t stop the tidal waves from coming- but that they’ll do everything they can to help you board up the windows for when they do.

It’s about facing monsters that you can’t see- that you didn’t even know existed, for someone that’s been facing them alone their whole life.

This is what Love is.

This is what Love should be.

A million little moments where someone stays.




PART 8

Have you ever tracked a shooting star across the sky?
Burdened it with your hopes and dreams?
Imbued it with meaning,
Watched as it came to rest before the constellation Apus-the bird of paradise
That lie between her eyes amidst the galaxy that is her beautiful mind

And remarked the Daedal canvass sky- stained violet and blue by the inks with which you write her odes?
Marvelled at the endless possibilities and gaudy clockwork/design
Or tried to count the near infinite aspirations that glow bright against the cosmos?

Around these orbit dreams like planets around a star
But the line that separates them is blurred
For she truly believes she can do anything her heart desires
And believe me, she is not wrong



PART 9

Tell me what happens the first time you see a woman naked.’

‘The first time you see a woman naked will not be like you imagined. There will be no love, no trust, no intimacy. You won’t even be in the same room as her.

You won’t get to smile as she undresses you and you undress her. You won’t get to calm her nerves with nerves of your own. You won’t get to kiss her, feeling her lips and the edge of her tongue. You won’t get to brush your fingers over the lace of her bra or count her ribs or feel her heartbeat.

The first time you see a woman naked you will be sitting in front of a computer screen watching someone play at intimacy and perform at sex. She will contort her body to please everyone in the room but her. You will watch this woman who is not a woman, pixelated and filtered and customized. She will come ready-made, like an order at a restaurant. The man on the screen will be bigger than you, rougher than you. He will teach you how to talk to her. He will teach you where to put your hands and he will teach you what you’re supposed to like. He will teach you to take what is yours.

You must unlearn this. You must unlearn this twisted sense of love. You must unlearn the definition of pleasure and intimacy you are being taught. Kill this idea of love, this idea of entitlement, this way of scarring one another


PART 10

All you want is to be happy. All your desires, whatever they may be, are longing for happiness. Basically, you wish yourself well…desire by itself is not wrong. It is life itself, the urge to grow in knowledge and experience. It is choices you make that are wrong. To imagine that some little thing-food, sex, power, fame-will make you happy is to decieve oneself. Only something as vast and deep as your real self can make you truly and lastingly happy


PART 11

This sounds like wishful thinking, but it’s true. When it comes to how I experience life (my happiness and general mood) the state of my mind is more influential than the state of my circumstances. The world holds no inherent meaning beyond my perception of it. Nobody’s perception of reality is objectively true; everyone’s point-of-view is merely an interpretation. If 100 people sat where I am sitting now, each 100 people would have a different interpretation of their surroundings based on their points-of-view and past experiences. The world is a blank canvas. My perception creates the picture.

When I perceive imperfection in another person or see a flaw in my life, do these flaws actually reside in the person and my circumstances, or does the flaw reside in my perception? My thoughts are so fundamental to my interpretation of life that I rarely notice how every day I am painting the canvas of my experience through the lens of my perception. Every thought is another brush stroke. Each subconscious judgement is another color. Soon I am looking at a painting (my experience of life) and have forgotten that I created it.

The kindest thing I can do for myself is remembering to slow down and observe my thinking mind – each inhale and exhale of thought – instead of giving it free reign to shape my experience of life without supervision. This is the point of meditation. My mind has the power to perceive both heaven and hell in each passing moment. Heaven is the state of unbiased and non-attached awareness. Hell is the hurricane of mental chaos. Regardless of what is happening in my life, I have the power to choose my point-of-view. My thoughts may seem insignificant compared to the big bad world, but the state of the world – with all its monsters, demons, angels, and lovers – does not impact my emotions as much as the state of my mind.

Logic does not help here. Only awareness. Because the world is an unfair place, seeing life from a happy perspective is not always rational. There are a million good reasons to be unhappy and blame others. But when I shift my focus from my circumstances to my awareness, I remember that peace-of-mind is always a choice.



PART 12

Maybe the problem with love these days is that someone says they love you, and you just wonder how long for.




PART 13

Miss someone until they come back, or until you come back, until their absence in your life becomes something to be avoided at all costs. Miss them until you don’t have to anymore, until you’re reunited in your favorite booth in your favorite restaurant ordering your favorite meal, miss them until it feels like you never left. Or miss them until you can’t anymore, until the things you miss are identified and cataloged as things and not a person, until you figure out that easy company and long talks and unblinking, all-knowing eye contact will find you again the way they found you the first time. Miss someone until you don’t


PART 14

When love shows up,we hold on to it so tight.
It is something we can’t really let go of without a fight.
How it colours everything with beautiful delight.
For we claim to hold it forever if we do right.
But when love told us to let go,we couldn’t help but cry.
So when ‘love’ finds us again we grip our hearts so tight.
While our minds pray for ‘forever’ this time.
For we find solace in believing that this ‘love’,won’t end in a goodbye


PART 15 

When you drop a glass or a plate to the ground, it makes a loud crashing sound. When a window shatters, a table leg breaks, or when a picture falls off the wall, it makes a noise. But as for your heart when that breaks it is completely silent. You would think as it is so important it would make the loudest noise in the whole world or even have some sort of ceremonious sound like the gong of a cymbal or the ringing of a bell. But it is silent and you almost wish there was a noise to distract you from the pain. If there is a noise it is internal. It screams and no one can hear it but you. It screams so loud your ears ring and your head aches. It trashes around in your chest like a great white shark caught in the sea, it roars like a mother bear whose cub has been taken. That is what it looks like and that is what it sounds like a trashing, panicking, trapped great, big beast roaring like a prisoner to its own emotions. But that is the thing about love, no one is untouchable