Look inside her

You love your mother, you love your wife...you love your sister.

These are the roles a person plays in relationships.

But do you love her for HER?

Would you love her for just HER?

If she was not your wife, your mother, or your sister?

SHE is more than her relationships.

Inside all the garments of the roles, she has to don, she is a being of light.

She thinks... she dreams, she has desires and she has feelings.

Do you judge her by the moulds set out for her role?

Does she not fit? Does that bother you?

Have you ever said, this is not how a wife should behave or a mother or a sister?

WHY?

Can she not be HER? Her true self with you? Why does that invoke distaste in you?

There is no right or wrong kind of being. There is only being.

Let her BE.

When she is truly herself can she give you her true self.

Or she will always play her role, her duty with you and you will never know her true essence.

Her true form of being. The supreme light she can be.

Let HER light shine through and love her for HER not for who she is to you.

Love is addictive

Love is a feeling.
We all have it in our lives in some form or the other.

When you find it in your partner though...that's the love that makes you feel blessed.
It warms your heart.
Brings you peace.
Every breath you take makes you feel engulfed in a warm hug of your beloved.

That love.
That love is addictive.

You want to stay in the haze of it.
Be surrounded by it.

No matter where you are....or what you are doing.
It is ever-present.
Like your breath. It becomes a part of who you are.

Love is a feeling... it is like God... you cannot see it... you can only feel it... it cannot be forced...it can only be felt... you will know when you have it. 

Perception of touch....

Every touch is different, like a fingerprint,

some touches express love by their mere presence and yet

there are certain touches that feel like they have an agenda.

Why so?

I wouldn't know and yet... I know.

The question I ask is that is a perception at every contact or is for real???

I felt it... a small gesture. Pressure on the side of my arm.

I felt it....a holding of the hand a little longer than required.

I felt it....the pressure of the thumb at the back of my hand.

Some fleeting touches ignite a passion or stir an emotion where some just feel warm

and are easy to let go.

To live is to connect and a connect that evokes emotion is all that really counts.

Living in isolation we all long for the connect... a true connect... one that makes us

happy. Not pleasant... genuinely happy.

That touch is to treasure forever.

Corner of my Heart...

There is a corner of my heart I seldom visit...
Every once in a while I wander in its direction.

I can hear my steps like in a hollow tomb.
There are cobwebs of time.
some paintings like memories have gathered dust over time.

I run my mind over them like I would run my hand over a steamy mirror,
I end up pressing my palm to my heart...and try to see clearly...
sometimes I do see and feel the times again... sometimes I get only figments and fleeting
moments....scraps and snaps of things gone by long ago.

My heart aches at some visits and smiles at some.
My entire being yearns to recapture the past...
my mind just sits smug...high up.....knowing it will never be...
yet my heart...is unconsolable...

I slowly extract myself from the corner and silently pull
close the door,
vowing again, vainly, to never return...

but corner tugs at the most unexpected times...

I ignore it...

yet I know it is still there...quite....waiting ....for my return...

waiting for my heart's hollow footsteps to fall in its direction.....again!!!