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.

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.

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

I breathe in…the fragranceof love, and moist sandthe onehis roses lefton both my handsI just keep on breathingevery momentas much as I canpreserving it, in my bodyfor the dayit can’t.

May youalways haveopenbreezy spacesin your mind.

for those memories are nowjust like these little kittensI hold in my handsthose can be kissedand treasuredbut not held too tightly.

leave me some musicthat’s chocolate for the heart.

love canembellish its beginningsing its blossomingand engrave its eternitiesbut can never explain its loss.

some poems frothand foam and rise…out of my morning cup ofmist-sweetened coffee.

some words bring warmthjust bybeing next to each other.

I breathe in…the silenceof my own heartaching with tendernesswith memories..Of home.

Once in a while i am struckall over again… by just how blue the sky appears .. on wind-played autumn mornings, blue enoughto bruise a heart.

because some thingssometimesaren’t ours to hold,but just beautiful to listen to.

Breezy daysdeserve the unionof two old friends.

and the afterglow…of your gaze…is the onlysweater that I need.

i have laughedmore than daffodilsand cried more than June.

whatever you dobe gentle with yourself.you don’t just livein this worldor your homeor your skin.you also livein someone’s eyes.

you areso deliciousto my poetic side.

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.