Two Fulls.

We don't need another,
To complete us.
Never have we,
Been incomplete!

No one to fill,
Gaps between our fingers.
The gaps are there,
For a better grip.

Am I suggesting,
Always being alone?
No no,
Quite the opposite!

I'm suggesting,
Unburdening.
Support,
But not dependency!

I'm suggesting,
Great expectations!
But from yourself,
And not another.

Another must,
Complete himself.
Just as you,
Complete yourself.

A team is not,
Made of two halves,
It is made of,
Two fulls!

I want to change my life for you!

--- I want to change my life for you.
22.04.2014 12:27

You haven't shown up,
No you did,
But I missed you,
I'm here waiting,
Against winds of change,
And modifying factors,
As the world struggles,
To push me,
Then pull me,
But I'm defiant,
Only person can transform me,
It's you!
But when!
Where are you?
Such a painful wait,
But my faith hasn't wavered,
I know you're there,
I can feel you sometimes,
But maybe the times not right,
Maybe you are fighting,
Your own battles,
Somewhere,
And you need to fight them alone,
Or maybe you are patiently waiting,
As I fight my battles,
And slay all these evils,
Maybe you are waiting,
To be loved and rescued,
As I wait to release you,
And catalyse our lives,
Singlehandedly,
I want to change my life for you.

---

Of the Pink Phase and the Core.

Seems eternal, 
Every time.
But soon enough,
Off goes the prime.

The Pink Phase,
Of a new project,
Of a new relationship,
Of a new event.

Past the pink lustre,
The Self remains,
Without a single absence,
The core sustains.

The core,
Which was ignored,
While gliding speedily across,
The pink road.

The core which again,
Begins preparation,
For a permanent pink phase,
Through a pink concentration.

Shraddha
07.03.2014

Avoidable Loss.

Ramblings of a bored - imagination.

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She loves me too much,
I love her too.

Her heart beats my name,
I feel the same.

Everyday her love reaches new peaks,
Am I really the man she seeks?

I fear I am not good enough,
For her kiss or hug or touch...

She is an ocean - full of love,
I'm much below; she's far above.

I feel so lucky and so terrified,
For the day she leaves, I will have died.

She's soft, beautiful, compassionate,
And me, I am not all that great.

She's more than all that I ever wanted,
But I never believed that I would really get it.

And now she's here,
And my love is much less than my fear.

It won't last; I realise one heart will break,
So much love, I don't deserve; I cannot take.

-Shraddha
12.03.2014

A Chalice full of Love!

An imaginary stretch of thought about Love gone bad.
--

When God decided to give him,
A chalice full of love,
He showed up to receive it,
With a really tiny little cup.

He liked what God had poured,
In his small little vessel,
It was calming and refreshing,
Surely very sensible.

He liked the color and flavour,
And liked the inherent faith.
The smoothness and the softness,
A combination great.

But he doubted and questioned,
The logic and the history.
He heard and judged,
And disliked that story.

So he emptied his little vessel,
Back to it's source.
And God took back the receptacle,
What is love with force?

Shraddha.
20.04.2014