Whether it is hills or valley..that takes us days..yet to travel in time..we enjoy a glass filled with lime..cost a dime..no more..a walk a stroll..a look towards trees..those with branches filled with leaves…I slowly study..nature to see..what it resembles within me.
Many things in surroundings whispers to tell…what is artificial what is real…and within my mind..my heart wants to find a niche to touch..a reason to be..in a head that has thoughts and dreams…I am finding myself slowly..and my way too…from birth to death..and this path..if I cross your life..forgive me for any wrong that is done unintentionally..to you…forget me..if you can not forgive
Am I A Book :)…
You pick me up and read me through.
Turning my pages of life with you.
Each an event as we stay together..
you like my story line and body line too..
curving and tilting..
erotic it seems like a dream..
but as the details are discovered and revealed..
You find another book with a glossy picture
and a seal.
You leave me on the desk,
and wrap your arms around that and walk away..
keep it cuddled in your arms as you read the lines so fine..
and I get lonely as I collect dust..
then a friend borrows me from you..
and you let go..
he then finds a good price for me..
and I get sold..
for a penny..
I finally end up at the recycle bin..
am I tin tin..
I keep on hoping you miss my story..
but someone had made a movie that is better than my print..
I must sink .
Wind that stirs my skirt away
makes me blush
makes me sway
if i step ahead to see
wind will take chance at me
will lift me up
move me above
for all to see
swirling me 🙂
Want to know am naughty or not
come out side and live the thought
try me once..and try me again
who will laugh in intense rain
confine me ..or leave me plain
want to know ? find me again
In My Thoughts… Thoughts are seldom in rhyme.It is not a continuous flow of ideas, rather disjointed episodes some remain haunting me others disappear; then I feel lonely…when no thoughts come to me that’s when I go and get fond memories 🙂
there are few friends who left me, good friends but no more to communicate other who got busy but I had spent with them lovely moments. I treasure that, I love them doesn’t matter if they no longer are with me they will live inside me as a smile a thought a laughter
Such is the beauty of a moon light
small blinking white stars delight
as we lay over the green grass
we look above and sigh
how beautiful the sky is at night
no sound ..no other sight
just the distant lights..twinkling at night
as we hold our hands tight
I constantly change
from yesterday till today
some I remember
mostly I forgot
oh! I changed the keys I brought
gave away the paper you got
I still say..I never changed
the cold yukky broth
I still like black polka dots
flowers in pot