life's a kick

I lift my lashes carrying the weight of a hundred dreams, loaded with unspeakable fantasies, adorned with flowers of desire laced with luscious little plans I lift my lashes, to look at you oh! What I see in your eyes is a look to match mine the eyes of a loving opponent challenging, luring, warning dark secrets and darker promises lurking in the shadow of your lashes an unsaid confession brimming in the twin seas of love soon, our eyes get locked in an embrace hooked in a dizzying stare the world around us spins flowing between our eyes is a river of love the eyes start talking love talk nude, hungry, passionate intoxicating a fire glazes our eyes as the rest of us melts in the heat and dissolves in the kernel of our eyes a sinking heart an unhinged head a wobbly knee and drunk eyes …call out to you In a land far away from our reach beyond space and time our eyes are seeing, and doing wild acts of love…

Unannounced Unexpected and totally unwarranted your earthy eyes flash before my face stunned, I hold my heart from breaking and my throat hurts and a knife slices my back Flashes merge in a film your eyes first pure as a stream the color of earth love longing and loyalty mixed in the sphere of your eyes my then world then your laughter child-like but bold loud and ringing often breathless in which we’d swim through life in perfect sync your speech, aah those words! of rebel and truth jagged, serrated, hitting. as you mercilessly and thankfully opened the gates of wisdom of searching and quest to my ignorant mind and made me me. As I sit today Looking back on life I laugh Inadvertently, meaninglessly The paths we choose The roads we dismiss The persons we become The ideals we aspire I laugh at them all At myself For I know nothing.

I do not know how I came to love it. What I know is that it is life to me. It’s an escape. It’s a quick route to trance. It’s oxygen when I’m breathless. It’s love when I’m lonely. It’s laughter when I’m torn. Food when I’m famished. Silence in crowd. Stillness in motion. Magic in madness. I could say a hundred things that it is, but not a single thing it is not. It is THAT close to my life. Someone said it’s a silent poetry. So damn right. And so damn incomplete. Try dancing. I don’t know if that happens with you, but I can vouch for myself. See me dancing if you doubt my claim. So, try dancing. It can start from the tap of your thinking feet or the electric spasms in your fingers. Give it a chance, let it flow. Let it flood your veins. Feel it in your gut. Hear the music reverberate in your brain. Experience the gush of energy. Don’t stop it, don’t disturb it. You don’t even need to mould it. Stupid, bold, shy, uncouth, free, loud, slow…just anything. All you have to do, is