Friends without faces, from Cheryl

from Cheryl.... ....in Tennessee Interrupted Work (1891) .....by Adolphe William Bouguerea We sit and we type, and we stare at our screens We all have to wonder, what this possibly means. With our mouse we roam, through the rooms in a maze Looking for something or someone, as we sit in a daze. We chat with each other, we type all our woes Small groups we do form, and gang up on our foes. We wait for somebody, to type out our name We want recognition, but it is always the same. We give kisses and hugs, and sometimes flirt In PMs we chat deeply, and reveal why we hurt. We do form friendships - but - why we don't know But some of these friendships, will flourish and grow. Why is it on screen, we can be so bold Telling our secrets, that have never been told. Why is it we share, the thoughts in our mind With those we can't see, as though we were blind. The answer is simple, it is as clear as a bell. We all have our problems, and need someone to tell. We can't tell real people, but tell someone we must So we turn to the 'puter, and to those we can trust. Even though it is crazy, the truth still remains They are Friends Without Faces, and odd little names.

Butterfly

"Butterfly"

In its fight to live, to breathe, to fly

Break forth to freedom, such as feelings

Beauty and color for all to see

Butterflies across the evening sky

Into the world of dreams

Awake to the morning's sun

Joy of living, spread their wings

To fly, light and free
To bring your love to me

My love returns to you as with the dew

A subtle kiss from the clouds

Soft, gentle, just a whisper of touch

Silent sound that penetrates deeply

To warmly enclose your heart in emotions

A love that began light as a butterfly

Kal ki yaadein aaj ka pyaar hain

Aaj ke pyaar kal ke sapnain hain....

....kal ke sapne meri zindagi hain

meri jaan

From Joyti

...from my JC...

Anamika, for you:

my life, an abandoned lane
those dirt filled stretches, that summer of June
at the same place, frozen in time,
waiting for the traveller
who probably has vowed not to come
what was that date, what was that time;
when moon was promised; never to be given
waiting which crossed the limits of patience
eyes which got fixed in expectation
the leaf of time, which never turned,
as if trying to unwind the past
and then you came,as if
a leaf moved;
not a dry yellow summer leaf
but a green new leaf of spring.

your friend, JC 

"The Proposal" (1872)
Adolphe William Bouguerea

...moment by moment
you stay near my heart
life is a sweet desire,
is what you say;
yesterday, I saw you,
in my courtyard
as if telling me,
to hold you in my arms;
things pertaining to people
who are mad in love,
is known by those people only;
the pleasure in burning
is known by parwane only;
you keep on calling me
by coming always
in my thoughts....

The First Kiss

Sometimes I think about the first time I realized that I love you... It was as if my eyes took a picture of that moment and stored it in my heart. Sometimes I think about how much my life has changed because of you. I think about you... and your happiness about us... and our life together. and I realize that you are as much a part of me now as the air that I breathe and the dreams I nurture. But from time to time, I still like to remember the first time I looked into your eyes and saw my future there.

 "The First Kiss" (1875)Adolphe William Bouguerea

Do you love me?

You ask me if I love you
and I ask myself
how do I begin to share with you
the feelings in my heart.
You inspire in me a love so deep
words cannot describe it
so powerful that it
overwhelms my every thought...
You ask me if I love you,
and I wish there were a way
you could just see inside my soul
and find the depth of
passion, tenderness and love
that holds you closer to my heart
than anyone or anything else.
You ask me if I love you,
and I look into the magic of your eyes
and promise, "Yes, I love you...
I always will."

Naan unnai kathalikeran, en anbe.

From Ram

To My Honey:
These are the feelings from my heart for you...

I have never seen your face,
Nor heard words from your lips.
I do not know your sounds of laughter,
Or the softness of your sigh.

I do know that you are kind and sweet,
You are a thoughtful and caring soul.
You think of others before yourself,
These things I know about you,
Even though we have never met.
I have learned this by coming to our special place
Each day and finding you there.

You are not here in body and soul,
But as a lighted rectangle.
You come to me every day as
A message on my screen,
A message that I can rely on
To cheer me up and make my day.
Through a keyboard we share
Our ups and downs.

I have opened my inner self to you,
And you have to me as well.
We have traded secrets and laughs,
As well as sorrows and pain.
I have never met you, but feel as if
I have known you most of my life.
To most this might sound silly,
But I assure ... it is not.

Even though we have never met,
I feel a bond between us.
A bond that should have taken years to build,
Yet was built in a month or two.
A bond that lifelong friends should have,
Although most never do.
A bond that I am glad to share with you...
My Friend And Confidant.

Take care,
Ram


Photo: "Romeo and Juliet" by Sir Frank Dicksee

From Raji

Bee, you buzz in my soul, drunk with honey,
and your flight winds in a slow spiral of mist.
Last hawser, in you creaks my last longing.
In my barren land, you are the final flower.
You have deep eyes in which the night falls.
Cool arms of soft moss and a lap of rose.
Here in the solitude from which you are absent.
It is raining. The sea wind is hunting gulls.
The water walks barefoot in the wet streets.
From the tree, the leaves complain.
Bee, even when you are gone 
You buzz in my soul.
You live again in time, slender and silent.