Feeling the music

Music makes life worth it
And learning about music
Is the best thing
In my hell.
Thank you for the music
Thank you for providing a shell
Thank you for your creative genius
Thank you for casting a spell.
On World Music Day I must
Truly must say
Thank you for the music
Every little note that you play.
©Shivangi.

Getting it right.

Space is a tricky thing.
It's a wonderful gift
That requires understanding.

Space is a tricky thing.
Too much, and you drift off;
Too little, and you suffocate.

Space is a tricky thing.
On a cold night, you hate it!
On a warm night, you welcome it!

Space is a tricky thing.
Emotional space is comforting;
Physical space is liberating.

Space is a tricky thing.
Psychological space unsettles you;
Almost widens the gap.

Space is a tricky thing.
It makes the heart fonder;
And the hearing sharper.

Space is a tricky thing.
Unless you understand it
You resent it.

Space is a tricky thing;
But space is the magic
That keeps you whole.

Space- the best gift you can share.

For Dementia Week

I look upon a world
That once was mine.
And was colourful.

I look upon a world
That once spoke to me.
In a crystal clear voice.

I look upon a world
That once understood me.
Without explanation.

I look upon a world
That once gave to me.
Without asking for anything in return.

I look upon a world
That once took me places.
Exotic lands I dreamt of.

I look upon a world
That taught me things.
Making me stand tall.

The colours are fading.
The voice softer.
It doesn’t understand me.
It no longer gives.
The places have changed.
I forget what I’ve learnt.
I can’t stand anymore.
My dreams are forgotten.
I can’t explain
What’s in my brain.
I can’t remember
what I once loved.
I can barely remember who I am.
I’m fading away
One word at a time,
And yet, I can’t remember
what those words are…

Live, love, feel, see, be

You haven't lived
Unless you've laughed
With a stitch in your side.

You haven't lived
Unless you've dropped
And shattered a glass.

You haven't lived
Unless you've run
Quickly away from trouble.

You haven't lived
Unless you've cried
Till your eyes go dry.

You haven't lived
Unless you've felt
Your heart shatter into shards.

You haven't lived
Unless you've picked up
The pieces of sometime else's heart.

You haven't lived
Unless you've wiped
Someone else's tears.

You haven't lived
Unless you've calmed
So very many fears.

You haven't lived
Unless you've held
A shaking and scared hand.

You haven't lived
Unless you've kissed
With your eyes closed tight.

You haven't lived
Unless you've seen
A frown turn into a smile.

You haven't lived
Unless you've been
The one who understands.

You haven't lived
Unless you've hugged
With your heart upon your sleeve.

You haven't lived
Unless you've touched
A soul in desperate need.

A mystery

You're a mystery to me
And the little clues I get
Fascinate me.
The pictures I see
And the stories they tell
Intrigue me.
The things that you say
Lead to more questions
And I seek answers.
I don't want to ask
I don't want to interrogate
I don't want to pry.
But you're a mystery to me
And I patiently wait
For the mystery to unfold
So little pieces I have learned
Fit into place.
And so I resist
Trying to avoid using a question mark
Holding on to the questions
For another day
While the mystery
And suspense
Builds slowly.

Stoking the fire

We're like coal in a fireplace
A gentle glow
A warmth between us
That emanates around us.
Every once in a while
There's a spark
Triggered by a look
A Casual graze of skin
Or a voice modulation
Wafting across the room.
A few times there's been a flame
Gently building
As we chat and share stories
Interspersed
With a comfortable silence.
What's stopping the fire
From bursting through?
Are we being too cautious?
Have we become that jaded?
Is this just a passing flame?

Do you want to join me
Fuel the fire,
Get it to roar and hiss,
Light up the darkness
That stops us,
Consume us,
And make us whole again?

Honey, it's you!

The warmth
In your honey eyes
Melts me
Seduces me
Serenades me
The smile
On your mischievous lips
Tugs at my heart
Draws me
Deeper into your eyes
Honey gold windows
Into your soul
Inviting yet challenging
My every sense

The smile widens
The left slightly more
Than the right
The eyes crinkle up
Yet
That honey gold
Is more intense
Invites me
More insistently
To gaze into them
Breathless I surrender

You...

My lace and satin
Slithers to the floor
A pool of blue and silver
Shimmering
The fairy lights
Twinkling over my bed
Illuminate you
Watching
Waiting
Yearning
My skin glows
In the dim light
Beads of hot sweat
Trickle down
Over the goosebumps
Even as we get closer
You're barely visible
Yet certainly familiar
How did you find me?
Where did we meet?
Who are you?
Open your eyes
And then open mine. 

Emotion

It's a strange thing-
Emotion...
It makes you crash,
Then let's you soar.
It makes you doubt,
Then gives you hope.
It makes you fear,
Then leads you to believe.
It makes you weep
Then prompts a chuckle.
It makes you fight
Then reach out for peace.

It's a strange thing-
Emotion...
Just when you're weak,
It makes you strong.
Just when you think you're dying,
It brings you alive.
Just when you're at the brink of sanity,
It makes you sane.
Just when you're about to speak,
It catches your throat.
Just when you're about to lie,
It shows you the truth.

It's a funny thing-
Emotion...
It creeps up on you
Takes over
Your mind and heart
Simultaneously lose

The Moment

Wrap me up
Hold me tight
Engulf me in your arms
Just for tonight.

Keep your lips on mine
Fingers entwined
Breath mingled
It's so divine.

Run your hands
Down my back
Pull me closer
Maybe give me a smack.

Push me down
Or kneel yourself
Have your way with me
Pleasure so intense.

Strum my strings
Rattle my chains
Drum me hard
Again, again and again.

Move to the beat
Of you and me
Only then is this symphony
Finally complete.