Love poem for F…..

It was you who walked into my dream,
walking slowly towards me…
in a blue coat and a slight silent
grin closing the space between.

I didn’t say a thing,
did’t ask your name or the world
you lived in… didn't  bother
to check if I was awake still.

Now you are before my eyes,
Is this real? hard to believe.
how did you find me again in
the middle of countless beings?

I know you have come for me,
did any one send you? or this is
how it is supposed to be ?
Please, don’t tell me it is fantasy.

ANJANI

JUNE 26, 2014

Running trying to catch a Dragonfly
thru the dense forests of the mind,
just a day escaping from the past…

But the feeling is too intense, 
“I am still here”
I can’t live in a pretense.

An stupid little phrase stops me on
my tracks:
“This is not what I had in mind”

Won’t let others define who I am…
I have chosen my own path,
dead ends and all, it is my plight…

In this toy store called “the world”,
many things to choose from…laughter,
fears and regrets…a few surprises too.

The feeling is too intense, I won’t deny.
can’t say not to living,
it is an eternal flight…

Don’t know the end of this story,
never ending as it seems, but deep down
all I know it is just a passing dream…

anji

June 25, 2014

anjani siddhartha

anjani siddhartha

anjani siddhartha

I just go on living as if nothing is around me,
the faces I encounter are as
blurry as the background of
a picture taken long ago…

I stop to smell the flowers,
I don’t care how long the road.
I forget about finances
when I see the sky above…

Boyfriends run away because I am not the norm,
My hands are always empty,
so I can feel the breeze
and dance at night under the stars alone…

Many times I don’t brush my hair just
like the mad yogis of Varanasi, the City of Sadhus.
People think I am going crazy, because I stand
to look at the sun, I need my daily dose,
they don’t understand it is mutual love !

In my room there are not candles
but lots of paintings on the walls,
in my bed there is a book with all the pages torn…
poems scattered like a carpet on the floor.

Just another day in Anjani’s busy life,
full of dreams and not desires,
except to BE the light and live
beyond the known…

Anjani ©

May 22 , 2014

Time to leave ?

playful Anji