Don't ask me "How much I love you?"

When you ask me How much I love you....you put me in a difficult position
How could I sperate you from me and weigh the love I have for you
its like asking a living person how much breathing is worth for you
To know the real worth one has to stop breathing and then it becomes suffocating and brings death few breaths away
So when I try to evaluate my love for you
I have to see you as distinct from my self from my soul from my being
and then I feel stale, banal, insipid and mundane
How much I love you..can't tell but know one thing without your love oozing from my heart , I will be an arid zone- parched and barren.

Life

It was not in my hand to cling to the past
the pull of the future was too much
I had to let it go, let it to slip away
It recedes to oblivion but it doesn't give up its sway
I am present in the present but my heart is in past
in my dreams I see things that didn't last
From the ruins of yesterdays I build today
Though I know I will move to another tomorrow someday
This is life temting, tormenting and transient
For my solace this understanding is sufficient

Strange dream

In a dream I saw talking to someone saying that this earth is not the real earth and we are living in a specious planet on the periphery of the universe. Real earth is billions of light years away on the other side of the universe. Strange!!

It will come.....

there around the corner...
when silence rules....
when you can hear the beat of your heart.......
when stars speak...
when air whispers...
when time stops moving...

you feel you are not alone
someone is there
someone with you
who shares these moments
who smiles at your beliwilderment
at your innocence

that some one is no one...but your love.

It will come...unannounced and take you away.

Break

I am taking a break on blogging here.

I want to be with me.

Do me a favor, just leave me alone
to breath fresh air in a world of my own

Let me dwell in the silence of my heart
Where time doesn't exist and I am not apart

My soul is wounded, it needs a healing touch
Few quite moments,I am not asking for much

O desert, O river do attend my call
rocks,lakes,and sea I miss you all

Inevitable Change.

Why am I pulled by the thoughts of past whenever I go to sleep? Why is it so that my past never stops following me? Why do I keep thinking about the cracks that existed in some of my important relationships? Why can't I overcome this? Losses, losses, losses when will the flow of losses cease? Why am I the slave of my impulses? Why I cannot rein my self? Why I keep always thinking that wrongs have been done to me? Why, why, why, why, why, why?????? Oh!! I feel overwhelmed but should I behave like this? No, and I know I shouldn't. I know all the answers but I don't want to admit it. All of my sharp edges have been exposed. The big task ahead. So much to do. I have to do. I will have to do. Oh, my world is changing. I have to accept it. Life is changing. I have led myself too far away, I have to find the road towards my destination. I know what to do. I will prevail. I will have to, I have no other choice. I shall return.