BUY A TICKET?

at the doorway

you will have to leave

your control issues

and possessiveness

your idiosyncrasies

and mood swings

your petty games

of yes and no

your see-saws

of love and hate

and mainly,

those three-petalled clovers

of 'i love you'

'i love you not'

along with your shoes

to enter my world

SERENADE A MOMENT

He wove dreams with and around me

I will take you to the river

and make you a raft

You can lie there and float

with the current.

I'll lift you up by a rope to our own tree house

We will watch the blue moon together

and hear the owl hoot.

I will send you love letters on lotus leaves

down the river.

I will weave you flower garlands made of buttercups.

There are open spaces in the forest

where the bamboo bloomed and died

We will go to the stream where the wild animals drink.

I will show you how the cheetah's eyes

shine in the dark jungle

I will show you how to make baskets

out of palm leaves

And I will make love to you

among the flowers in the hillside

where the birds sing.

YOU LOVE ME, YES?

How adamant you are 

that

you don't love me!

How long will you say that?

There's longing in your eyes

My talents surprise

You hold your breath

Coming close to me is death

You wait by the door for hours -

pretending to count some absent stars

And everything that's pink

makes you smile and of me think

You helped me with the weeds

so i'd appreciate your good deeds

You walk a very long way -

a glimpse of me will make your day

You're floundering, lost for words -

all i said was 'lovely birds!'

You bike precariously downhill

making sure I can see you still...

And yet you say you don't love me

That I sing a mistaken strain?

If that's not love

then tell me -

what is love again?

IN THE DARK OF THE NIGHT

In the dark of the night

wrapped in a cozy blanket

my cup of tea

and a bite

watching stars and the Moon

serenity prevails like

music in my soul

and happiness is the smoke flying out of my cup

and happiness is the Quiet

and happiness is my soul at peace and at rest.

BABY CHILLIE PLANT

hello, i'm up, baby chillie plant

where am i?

what's this place?

wilt..

i need sunlight

wilt..

too much sunlight!

wilt..

water, please?

wilt..

too much water!

wilt..

thank you

i feel better

smile..

breeze! i like breeze!

smile..

too much breeze!

wilt..

i think i'm gonna die

wilt..

thank you for shifting the mud

smile..

i feel fine now

smile..

maybe i'll grow up after all...

AT THE END OF THE DAY

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At the end of the day

It wasn't the hour that mattered
It was your being there.
It wasn't the drink that mattered
It was the compatible silence.
It wasn't the view that mattered
It was your hand in mine.
It wasn't the world that mattered
It was your safety.
It wasn't the food that mattered
It was your taste.
It wasn't the dress I wore that mattered
It was that you liked it.
It wasn't the calls that mattered
It was your voice.
It wasn't the distance that mattered
It was your presence.
It wasn't the conversation that mattered
It was that we spoke.
It wasn't the working out that mattered
It was that we tried.
It wasn't the amount that mattered
It was that you cared.

LET’S TAKE THINGS FURTHER…

         

Storm lulled,
Passion spent,
In each others’ arms
Sated and content.

A lingering touch,
A gentle smile,
A soft word or two,
A lull awhile.

A soft drizzle,
A gentle breeze,
Prismic raindrops
On tips of leaves.

Love, now a drowsy, lulled security-
Safe and snug in the arms of eternity,
And as nocturnal Moon on it’s round now starts,

Frozen memories in the recesses of hearts...