JOTTINGS OF THE LEFT VENTRICLE
- the journey through the wanting soul

Through the dreams ,I  sleep wanting to see,
The one who is so pure and yet so crazy;
So different and yet so me,
 so active and yet so lazy;

Cruising through the commutes of virtual havens,
building the edifices of surreal blazons;
yearning for her from mystic peaks of frolic,
to myriad pathos of colic;
seeking her in day,in night;
 seeking her in gloom, in bright,
but pooor me, shes no where in sight
and
all the time
I feel the mellows of her tresses,
see the billows of her dresses;
Hear the eddies of her giggles,
sense the magic of her tickles;
But
Shes so elusive the lil fraction of the creep
And
That's why I like her
Because
Aint me too an optimist and the version of the freak?

Thinking of her, hapless and lonely I get,
missing a person I haven't yet met,
Seeking her in day, in night ;seeking in gloom in
bright
But pooor me , shes no where in sight.
Craving for the commons and desiring the odds
seeking her in challenges of boredom and in supremes
of timelessness,
missing her in ecstasies of ebriations ,in wanderings
of aimlessness.

May be its in different names we fare,
 but it is the attitude we share
i know shes out there somewhere
missing the sweeet in the honey and salt in the tear
 finding the real in the phoney and the bold in the
fear
I know she misses me in her as i miss her in me
I know that because
When I was there, she wasn't. but she wanted to be
When she was there, I wasn't . but I wanted to be
And how I wish we both were there sharing the evens and
beating the odds
Winning the time ,winning the space,
Being the past, becoming the present, and growing into
the future
Then everything is she and me
From eternity to infinity
But, slowly when I wake, shes no where at the hind
Weary and drained,sober and pained
I reason
May be shes too true to b a find,
or
May be im out of my mind
Or
May be we aint really destined
Then of finding her, i almost drown hope
and out of the blue, without any clue
across the street
I snatch a glimpse, oh I know its her
Because
I have known her all along its now I see her
The embody of all the beauty of life, beauty that
sets all aglow
Beauty I missed all along, she vanished in a moment
but
I feel so blessed after all the low
But now
I know
I cant dream again for i cant sleep again (she made
mean insomniac)
To her I ask "oh dear
Give me your love for I can sleep again ,
Sleep and dream again,
Of you,
Of me,
 Of you and me.....

sunil emjay  

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