Trying to get to you

So I took the bus no. 13,
arriving at the station,
so eager was I to meet you!

the departure board is filled,

with trains that could take me to you,

Some through here, some through there,

But in the end taking me to your stairs.

Usually it is you who comes to visit me.

We have such fun everytime!

If not anything else,

You leave a piece of yourself behind.

This is the first time I have had the courage,

To make this trip to you.

But which train should I take?

Help me! I am calling you!

Answer your phone!

I am on low battery. 

without a charger.

The Visit to Stay?

I feel like I want to travel.
Far beyond anyone has been.
To places so remote,
no one has ever seen.

How do I describe such a place in words?
Just trying to imagine it takes me to a different world.

A world beyond thoughts, beyond what we know.
Where everything is just, flow.

But that place is no where close,
I need a guide to show,
what path to take to reach there.

This one seems to be fair.

But he too has different packages and says,
"Will a teaser suffice, or you want to go for a visit?"

I say none.

Can't we just go and, stay?

You

Thoughts of you keep me up at night.
These monologues with you keep me upright.

Why do I write about our private sessions?
Perhaps hoping someone can help me reach you, my destination.

They ask me to describe your looks or location.
I wish I knew. All I know, I know is an illusion.

But I am sure I am not the only creature,
To have this two way conversation with only one speaker.

So I share a glimpse of our monologue,
Hoping someone can help me make this a dialogue.

Tell me at least your coordinates so I can add them to this navigation system.
I promise to follow the lady's instructions with the least possible resistance.

Your Language or Mine

Wherever I go I see your traces,
In crowded streets and empty spaces.
This reminds me of you, that reminds me of you.
They all just seem a part of you.

What are you trying to say, I wish to understand.
In that gust of wind or this rain in which I stand.
I know everything you send my way,
has a message from you. What are you trying to say?

I want to learn your language. Help me.
For you above all, I am always free.

So I wait for you whilst I sip this coffee.
Let's talk. In my language for a change. Maybe.

In the Lap of Mother Nature

Sometimes it's nice to stop,
Sit for a while, and just watch.

Or shut your eyes and,
sit in the lap of mother nature.
And listen to the free sound show,
She has prepared for you.

No one is more creative than her,
Each second of the show, different from the other.
Eyes closed, let your imagination run wild,
Perhaps with as open a mind as a little child.

Soon you'll be making your own movie,

Use the creative genes, she has passed on to you.
Your dream of being on the big screen, will finally come true.

What bigger canvas than, his wonderful creation of hers!

Endless colours, shades, resources,
Take as much, as many as you can.

Come my friend, have a seat,
It's time to make and watch 'the movie'.

The Hopeless Romantic

I know you're somewhere out there.
I can feel your presence in every second.

How do I get to you, if only I knew!

Yes there are so many possible routes I see.
But to choose which one, I don't have the energy.

You have been so kind to me always,
Just one tiny request if I could make to you,

I want to meet you Come and take me.
Or choose a route for me, to reach to you.

No luxuries in the world can make for,
The Euphoria of seeing you face to face.

In everything, of yours, I see a trace.
It's now time I think we embrace.

Just a glance, just for the minutest of second,
Of your radiant magnificent self,
Would be more liberating than Nirvana.

Yes I sound like a hopeless romantic,
Because I am. You made me one.

I Wish I Could Describe

As I walked in the club,
I could see everyone dance.
The way they were dancing.
They weren't in this world.

Was everyone on some drug?
Could I get some, somewhere?

But I didn't want to disturb,
these trance people on their turf.

Not able to find another spectator,
I continued spectating.

Slowly. I started feeling the music,
My feet started tapping. My head started shaking.

Before I knew, I was trance-like myself.
I can't describe that feeling.

No drugs. Not high on anything. Flying.
No worries. No inhibitions. No right. No wrong.

Any thought, made the feeling stronger.
The feeling of freedom? of flying?

I wish I could describe.