Wow, this is my 100th post! It feels surreal to think I’m actually capable of this every day; that these words have survived in me all this time patiently awaiting their proper turn. Readers, thank you for being so very kind to me. Mom, thank you for being my biggest fan… It is absolutely fitting that this poem is about love because it is the essence of who I am. I don’t believe in soulmates and foreverafters but I believe that love is both the question and answer to life’s infinite mysteries. It inspires me with its endless possibilities. Enjoy!


I don’t know how the heart wires are crisscrossed
Why some people get through and others trip and fall
I don’t know how the eyes translate the art of communication
Why some speak in eloquent prose and others simply blink
I don’t know why some thoughts reverberate like a prayer
While others wrap each and every sound particle within itself
All I know is the fountain that springs from this scorched clay
Is deliciously pure, untouched by any hand I’ve ever felt
It has filled my faults with puddles and lakes and vast green oceans
Tracing my brown to your blue iris, deciphering the cryptogram
From inside my mind and into the crooked corners of your mouth
Ringing the bell of hope in the golden cathedral of divine ecstasy
I’ve never heard the invisible language of your forefathers
But when I heard their chant in the low filigree of your natural bass
My heart fluttered, releasing sparkles amid the molten membrane
I don’t know why but, suddenly I couldn’t wait to sing along
I don’t know who recognized the first signs of curiosity
Or who made the brilliant move in the chess game of our lives
To permanently oust the rook and capture the queen
I don’t know where or even if the lines on our palms intersect
Whether we have been rambling on parallel roads all our lives
Destined to run into each other at this exact oasis, parched
But, here we are patiently edging towards the water
I don’t know why but, I’m certain this is how it’s supposed to be

One thought on “Kismet

  1. CSK

    I like ” I don’t know where or even if the lines on our palms intersect” To a woman love comes from inside. For a man love comes in spurts and Love is like the wind, you can’t see it but you can feel it.

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