Archive for the ‘Romance’ Category

Again and again, for the first time…

February 23, 2013

When you’re here, I wish you never leave

When you’re away,

My calendar feels cruel and cold

Til we meet again,

For the first time

We kiss  again,

For the first time,

We melt in a hug,

The road unfolds

The  yellow leaves fall,

Then, life starts again!

The privilege of falling in love

December 4, 2011

Love is out of this world– literally.  Its logic is often fuzzy;  with love  you always win even when you lose. For love is not a means to an end.

Its transformative power is amazing. You’d know you’re  truly in love, if you’re a better person when it resides within you. Otherwise, it is an obssession, an infatuation, a conquest,  a selfish need.

It can rip through the thick cocoon of the tyranny of the “I”  allowing us to appreciate the  “others” . For no matter how unselfish one may think he is, he’s nowhere near that territory until the love of someone else occupies his heart.

You’d listen better,  your eye becomes keener, and time is so precious.

You achieve a deeper connection to the world out there. The beauty around you is suddenly more obvious.

So if you’ve been truly in love once, consider yourself a member of a privileged club.


Just how I feel

November 21, 2011

I know I am in love, not if I miss you when I am lonely. But if I miss you when I am not.

When I taste my favorite food and wish we’re having it together. When my garden blooms  and the basil smells like summer, when the mornings  promise a good day, when my hard work pays off, when serenity washes over my heart, when I cry of joy.

Not when I need you but when every moment seems to need us both; even a smiling  morning  or a gorgeous bloody sunset looks better with us holding hands.

When I am at my very best moments and I am missing you, this is when I know  I am in love with you.


Pity that movie critic

March 6, 2011

I saw  the “Adjustment Bureau” yesterday. It is a science fiction movie tackling free will woven into a sweet romantic love story.

I loved it. Every atom in me felt alive with love and it showed through the reluctant tears in my eyes! It also made me question essential beliefs and priorities in my life and contemplate the meaning of fate.

The sweet aftertaste lasted long after the movie was over and left me in a trance well into the night, and I loved the feeling. 

What wouldn’t anyone pay to live such a magical feeling for a night; to feel alive with love, to enjoy a ride  through worlds of sweet dreams, and contemplate fate and the power to change it?

What more would anyone hope from a movie? 

Not a Christopher Kelly,  movie critic of MacClatchy Tribune. “…[w]ith one more mumbo- jumbo -y twist piled atop another…the more the characters talk, the more implausible the whole thing becomes..”; a cliché that could be used to berate most great sci-fi flicks. But that is not my point.

Does this guy even have feelings. Does a movie have to be a case study in logic? (actually, the plot fits together rather nicely)

All I can say is I pity the critics. They can’t feel. If you don’t come out of this movie overwhelmed with emotions, and feeling some abandoned corners of your soul awash with love,  you’re not alive.