I like first raindrops on my lips, Walking barefoot on grass dew topped, Listening to birds making the flips, Rustling noise of rice plant before cropped. I like lazying in the afternoon, “Gone with wind” my special knack, Looking at the sun setting the tune Counting stars stitched on the black , They become insignificant, When… Continue reading I like most
I watch you all always Every time night and days You are busy with families Only at night you are at ease. You all are the same as before Chatting, fighting, no less no more. I see you decorating your house Yourself, kids and your spouse. You still wait patiently for dear To come home… Continue reading Forget me not
It was a stormy night I first saw you smiling, when you first spoke to me, cloud showed the silver lining. Showing me the courage, to live with dignity, you just touched my hand, and you touched my heart instantly. If I meet you again some day, I shall just look at your eyes, You… Continue reading Living with dignity
Sometime when I lie alone, listening to heartbeat sound, the rhythm pumping up life, a periodic hymn I found. I try to listen closer, I hear one more beat in synchro, it’s the music of my dearie, thinking of me from her window. When the beat cling in unison, Your laughter fill the air, You… Continue reading In unison
I look for mothers touch, when you are with me, watching smile of your mom, when you assure me. I know I cannot replace, mom’s hug so assuring, when you used to return, from school in the evening. In all good and bad times, I will be always with you, enabling to go forward, showing… Continue reading Mother’s touch
Yesterday I was watching you While you slept in my arms, Deep breath touching the shoulder, You were dreaming on own terms. I could have woken you up, Breaking your dream I preferred to sit quietly Allowing dreams to beam. I could read your thoughts, Streaming on the forehead tips, The lots of unfulfilled wishes… Continue reading When you slept in my arms
I adore you as you are naughty, you may be pretty but not to me, your lock float before your eyes, those sleepy little pair, lying lazy below the arched eyebrows, Still you may be pretty, but not to me When you walk alone, dipping your feet in the stream, cold water kissing gently, you… Continue reading Floating spirit
Light up the world with your dreams, which only you have dreamt, and no one else, you are important, civilization looking upon you.