She...

..in her presence..cry when it hurts,

..scratch where it itches...

think aloud..feel foolish..feel wise... feel..touch...talk…

..wake up to the sound of music…

..do things together…things without the other…

..trust ..patience…sacrifice…prayer…sensitivity...…

..children…plenty of ‘em….

....smiles.....

..she’d be the centre of life……

..she’d be life…..

9 minutes,16 moves....

Today, Thursday, the 24th of May, 1100 hrs, a cluttered mind, seeking refuge and solitude.

Aimless....I play a game of chess - a game tried, tested and given up....years ago.

My opponent this time around - Willamette a.k.a the seventh-generation x86 architecture microprocessor produced by Intel, The Pentium -4.

A checkered battlefield, two minds, one programmed to never lose,

the other... seeking refuge and solitude...

A depleted arsenal, a dead queen, and.. a miracle.

9 minutes, 16 moves.. and a message never seen before...

"Checkmate, You Win!!"

I turn around,.. all i see... is a bustling room...oblivious...

..and then..... it sinks..

Success occurs in private..failure.. when the worlds watching....

Little Wind Chimes

A million things happening around……
A million things in the mind…that haunt
A million things to contemplate…
A million choices to make…
For what I see is what I believe...
There lay no space for blind faith…
I turn around and what I see…
No time to spare no time to be...
I do something, why... I don’t know…
Close my eyes begin to explore...
I listen to a billion sounds….
And for this one I settle down…
Silver bells on an old twine….
In the wind…their soothing chimes…
And for once….
Like…. music to the mind…..
The moment.....tranquility of a kind…
But…Alas...
For not long it lasts…
Mayhem...the spell it casts..
I’m up, but now... with a li’l smile…
And thoughts of my li’l wind chime…
Lost somewhere, lost.. her sound….…..
With a million things happening around……

The Gift

For every woman I’ve known...and for those who I haven’t,
You are the givers of life, the cross bearers,
The pillars of strength... In our times of trials and tribulations...
Our source of joy, our shoulders to cry...
Beautiful....
An intricate ensemble of a billion faceted diamonds.,...
Your love has no bounds,….
Forgiveness.... I ask of you...
For the times...and the moments. I’ve not acknowledged..
For the times...I’ve not stood up for..
For every little thing that you’ve shed a tear for..
For the times I’ve forgotten u
'Oh giver of life....this ones for u....