Life through my eyes..........

Just completed watching Mona Lisa Smile for the n-th time... How is it we are unable to retain the same high of an experience throughout our lifetime without having to re-experience the high again? I know and remembered the movie was spectacular. I more or less knew it had moved me every time I have seen it. I know it pulls and tugs on multiple strings, such as, the impact of a strong teacher to a student... that a teacher's job is to, in the words of Maria Montessory, stir the mind and leave it free to develop... Such as the impact I may have had on my friends and colleagues and people I have conversed with for more than a few sentences on a depth beyond the initial few measurements of the surface of life... On my own mind and it's racing and foraging curiosity... On the questions and thoughts I bring and ask myself everytime I come across a soul stirring experience like standing face to face with nature's magnificence, or watching a movie that can stir the soul... I know

If I was to tell you a story, that made you cry, How would it be, would you have a big sigh? Would you think it would be intense? Or just a panda with incense? Or may a puppy overcoming the odds, Or a rival, an enemy, their perspective broken to shards, A U turn in what you thought was to happen? A reign you fought for but turns out just cappin... Or any of these told in a specific format, Short? Succinct? Or maybe you're mad... Maybe it's all the words not said in plaid.. For all I know, the rhymes are too fab... But it doesn't matter, whatever the tale, If told with fervour, it can rarely fail... It is the telling of stories not in prose, Not in song or not for those, Those around and everywhere we see, It is so the writer can release and be free... If it's so then I promise you this, If nothing else poetry exists... - the one who misses the rain!

From the way you smile, to your vibe surround, You bring me up, my joy knows no bounds.. The way u showed me your true self so raw, And took a look at mine you saw, So beautiful it was to see your soul and how I enjoyed the life I envisioned and want it now. Spending time together and consuming the love, I want to grow with the weather and together like doves. Cook and clean the home we would share forever, Spending every minute with you, leaving never. Like the universe as a single entity, We would merge and become one personality.. Two beings so lost in each other, I hope to find u in life and get lost in another. Someday not far away I hope we meet, So I can show you all the love, head to feet. Don't know where the boundless energy starts from, And no end in sight an infinity conundrum. If I continue to speak we will loose our lives, For all the time left is not enough even if I be concise. So hope to show you all the joy and care you deserve, Every inch of me is consumed by you

If there ever shall be a day after Tomorrow, A time ahead with more joy than sorrow... A better day than today and others to follow, I will tell you not how I was once hollow... How I came to this space to find my light after the darkness, How I found my case to mind my plight, for my heart the strongest... I won't tell you how I fell in love with all of you I saw, To be present to your cold with no shirt and still thaw... For all the joy & life that I saw and hope to see ahead, Y'all be the strife, so raw, yet so critical in the head. I will not tell you what masterpieces you all are, Picassos and woolfs and PhD thesis you draw.. This Time that does skewer our lenses just right, Squint and the paint blobs that are in sight, Align and coalesce to show each of you in all might, The glaze, they amaze, to portray the life that is in plight... I won't tell you that my intensity is at its heights, As I consider leaving this wonderful ride so bright. All my learnings of you,

 What is it with today? My hand refuses to move or sway... Nothing to do in work I feel, Hoping and moping for the day to keel... A night's sleep lost and this how I deal? Or should I write 13 reasons why I dont heal? Its something they show & present so real, Within me I reach but like I have to steal... Like it isnt part of my day to day ordeal... Yet it doesnt feel like an outwardly frill... Deep within, buried like the energy of a meal... A peep akin to being out of body, surreal, A look & delve, deep into my being... Yet pulling me out just before I am freeing! Leaving me yearning for just more seeing, & Believing, trying and falling, never sustaining...  A back and forth of living and persisting, Disappointed of not breaking through the ceiling... For in that little living, grows my heart which is seething, Not rage, but love, despair for not relieving... Self admonishing of the things i cant be avoiding, A cycle so engrained, the inertia too much for breaking...

Where to begin, and how to end.. these thoughts keep me working amends..  the present keeps slipping through my fingers... Keep hoping that these people will always linger..  remain and stay like the soul is eternal... Life runs a mock, a beautiful Mural.. One that i wish i could hang up in my head.. and stare at all day and discover details instead...  Find little joys within that artful tapestry.. and relish in that zone and add it to the administry... Decisions and choices we make always take their toll.. feels as if I must make it all a whole...  A whole lotta love, and a whole lotta people.. all with beautiful souls and seemingly so feeble..  Decisions of choosing the quiet over the riot, of the fun vs the frolic, the peace vs the workaholic..  the life while still on it..  Random words as these may be.. a dichotomy at extremes I always see...  In waking up in the morning to sleeping in a little.. meeting another wonder, or considering the people... To move to the next or stare in