Your Beautiful Eyes

Your eyes will not let me see
Beyond what my love declares to be
It beckons me like twinkling stars
Shooting moon beams into my heart

Oh whither do your eyes get their light?
It overwhelms and controls my sight
With pain masked with pleasure in heart
I ask... can we have a whole new start?

Memories of you keep reminding me
Of the love that I felt for thee
And pierced in my soul is this thought
Should I let go or should I have fought?

Your eyes they bewitch my night
In sleep I see through your light
In dreams a story is often told
Should I weep for you or be bold?

The light may not last long now
The sunflowers will soon bow
But in the inky darkness black
I will keep watch without a slack

Your eyes they say to me
Whispers tales of wonder and glee
Oh! If only you could see
What I see through your eyes of me

You Amaze Me

It's amazing how I feel with you around
Your presence fills me with love and life
My being swells with happiness
And life could not be more right

I feel you must be mine
To treasure and to hold tight
To traverse the seven seas
And write music in unknown keys

Watch out my love, turn around
My heart's drumming with the sound
Of romantic waves hitting the surf
Romancing on my beloved's turf

Behold the dance of the eyes
Flared passion on the mind
Singing the songs long forgotten
A sound from Eden is in the rhyme

Cloaked with mystery and with mirth
Seems destined from our birth
That spirits would meet and touch
And release the love so much

Look around my dear darling
My love doesn't cost a farthing
It's the most precious possession
And a piece of my obsession

I give to you all I have
To hold close to your heart
Do not let go, my dearest
It's all of me in your heart closest

That Time Of Year

It's that time of the year :) December is famous for Christmas, decorated trees, lights, shopping, yule tide, and for many, yule log as well. It is a nice month when people take a look at the year that went by and decide to make new resolutions for the coming year.
Every once in a while it is good to take stock of our ambitions and make course corrections to achieve them. For me December is usually the most hectic time of the year. With Christmas preparations in church and rehearsals, it gets pretty busy. But the most enjoyable moments are those when folks come over and spread bon homie all around. Life is priceless when that happens. In light of recent events in Bombay, and around the world, I intend to cherish every bit for these precious moments.
Rehearsals have been crazy. We have had so much fun doing what we want to do. Having around 10 overcharged youth and channeling their energies in a single pursuit can be daunting but loads of fun nevertheless. Giving them tips on voice modulation and stance on stage earned me a lot of nicknames. One of them insists that when I write the next play I should put up a board that reads, "Barney's Art Academy (BAA)." [BAA indeed - the transition from bull to goat begins here :)]
Then there are the dance steps for the choreo's. Now that is something to be seen to believe. Some have it and some don't. I have given the youngsters hours of belly-aching laughter with some of my "professional" and well-coordinated moves.
Someday, one of the wise guys promises me, he will make a director's cut DVD so people can see the efforts that went into the makings of this production. I am not sure I want to see it done but then it can't do much harm methinks.
Meetings, planning, rehearsals, coordination between the various teams, fund raisers, schedules, arrange snacks, endless phone calls, appointments, and related things have kept me on my toes literally. And the one thing that pleases me the most is the time that people have been giving and the gusto with which they have been practicing. I am proud of this little production and I pray that things proceed like clockwork on December 20.
A lot of efforts have gone to present "merry Christmas" to friends and colleagues. And while I am braced for critical remarks and let-downs, I hope and pray that it comes to me only. The cast has put in so much efforts and hard work that I may well be the loudest cheerer in the audience.
Spreading the cheer is the theme for Christmas. I will do that by cheering my Arts team now.

Felis Navidad!

Christmas is also synonymous with the message of peace. I wish peace to all readers of this blog...

An Ode To My Soul

Oh, my soul, why are you so forlorn?
Is not the sky blue still?
And the flowers pretty!
The wind blows and ruffles my hair
And the cool breeze caresses my face
Yet, the feeling persists...

I aspire
To smile and be well
And then I sigh...

Is there a tomorrow?
Is the Faith alive?
Or is it the emptiness
Of someone left behind!
Does my cry reach Heaven?
Or am I just deluded

I aspire
To laugh and live
And then I sigh...

Melancholy, I want to let you go
Tears, don't come too close
Dread, be away and stay there
Smile, please come back to me
Hope, spare me a moment
Love, come and kiss me

I aspire
To love and to cherish
And then I sigh...