I am a baby, I am a child, I am the innocent wonder in my eyes I am a glimpse, I am a sign, of someone I can be, someone I might I am not...

In the business world, there is no gray. Either you are black, or you are white-washed.

Maybe life is all about twirling under one of those midnight skies, cutting a swathe through the breeze and gently closing your eyes.

Cliché: “The MBA changed my life.”What it really means: “A fantastic career, a great social life and a healthy bank balance…three of the things I had before I started the program.

One clear moment, one of trance One missed step, one perfect dance One missed shot, one and only chance Life is all…but one fleeting glance.

the saddest thing is to bea minute to someone,when you’ve made them your eternity.

I live there…where the birds are infiniteeverywherewhere they fleeit’s a place your eyes can wanderbut never seeWhere everyone accepts me,Without any pretenseIt’s a place your mind can picturebut never really comprehend.

savorwith methe lushnessof a lingering sleep…and last night’sdream.

You are that one breath. that puts all the remaining breaths. back into my body.

your handtouching mine.this is howgalaxiescollide.

everything that is scatteredcomes together in wordseverything that is lostcomes back in poetry.

i am infinitely yearningbrimmingand overflowingin wordsi discoverit’s another wayfor meto be in tears.

This winter, there will be no voices, no glimpses, no arms.only the fabric of poetry, to keep me warm.

kisses explode when… someone believes in me when my heart cries out a song of thanks to yours.

poetrymelts my bones.enters my blood.and changesits composition.

Poetry keeps mein a highly drunken stateof divinity.

Not words. nor laughter. but rather someonewho will fall in lovewith your silence.

To fall in love with someone’s thoughts – the most intimate, splendid romance.

the ocean mist engulfs me, like a lifetime’s friendship honored.

wordslike mysterious mermaids come and live permanentlyin the soft sweepsand scars of my skin.

For youi have saved poemsunder my skin.

A poem in the heart is worthmore than a million dollarsin the bank account.

there are some poemsthat we leave behindsome that leave us behindwhile some just livesilentlyin the heartcrumble, sometimesdwindledisappeardieand are rebornwhen you smile again.

Sometimes the rainfallsjust for you and meto be the violinplaying in the backgroundof our loneliness’s song.

funny how our heartswere designed to loveso fiercely.but break ever so gently.

how these words, wait to diein the arms of all the poetry..yet to be written.

sometimes i am not sure.if i am writing the poemor the poemis writing me.

i would rather havefeelings without wordsthan words without feelings.

I am a tale, I am a book, written in different languages and styles I can’t be read, can’t be understood,neither by me nor the greatest of minds I am too big, I am too...

you are here.the moontides are here.and that’s all that matters.

Change the world, I know I won’t,Enthralling as always I hope it remains,A kaleidoscope of joy, sorrow and pain.But my only wish as I take this jaunt,Is for my words on you to impress upon,A...

the sapphire depthof my own love…startlesand warmsand wounds my soul.

When it comes to lovedo not eversettle for anythingless than magical.

Tell me..how do you stand there?filling the doorway….of my life.

Live as many lives as you can.

Wordsare powerfulforces of nature.they are destruction.they are nourishment. they are flesh. they are water.they are flowers and bone.they burn. they cleansethey erase. they etch. they can eitherleave youfeelinghomelessor brimmingwith home.

this heart yearns…for the salt of unsmelt airunswept thunderstorms…unknown adventures.

you wereand always will bethat first ever touchto have fertilizedthe groundbeneath my life’s treesthat first ever roseto have fragrancedthe rest of my memories.

So every dollar spent on finding some gene or hormone to explain why becoming fat is not because of sugary drinks, fried foods or unchecked gluttony is a dollar not spent on getting food for...

love wounds me with soft pillows with tender lips and fingers

You touched my heart…ever so softlyand I realizedtears had never been…merely saltand the rainOh the Rain!had never been merely water.

When you left you left behind a fieldof silent flowers under a sky full of unstirred clouds…you left a million butterfliesmid-silky flutters You left like midnight rain against my dreaming ears Oh and how you...

what ismore beautifultears, in someone’s eyesfor meor in my eyesfor them.

Whatever you get out of poetry – take it. take it. take it. Words are better off felt than understood.

i can’t always tell what’s betterlong drivesin the star-spangled desertsor long walksalong winding tea gardens.

most of the timesit’s the hardest to saywhat I love moreyouor your memory.

I prefer people to consider me by who I am and what I do and not by how I look!

fierce lovers.and battle warriorsboth comefrom the same place. there is bound to be,some bloodshed.

I wish to stay drenchedforeverin those rain-blue eyesin those…soul-reaching crystalsnot moving a musclenor breathingjustsavoringthis turquoise acheagainst my heart.

There is somethingmystically sadand beautifulabouthowi will neversee youagainbut meet youagain and againin poetry.