Sunday, August 27, 2006

~Wings~

I was flying under the serene azure sky ,
Touching the early morning drops of dew,
Greeting every other happy butterfly,
Flying by the happy flowers quite a few.

And then i came upon a blossomed rose,
With the scent and the petals full of grace
I just wanted to sit on it with a good pose,
And enjoy my day with my very slow pace.

I felt a heartful longing to be with this flower,
So beautiful ,soft,elegant and ever humble,
I want to be with you forever- i whispered,
Many loving words to it, i wanted to fumble.

I enjoyed being with it,it became my love,
And i felt the love from the flower aback,
The green grass beneath,and the sky above,
I was satisfied in life,now nothing to lack.

We grew a strong bond between us everyday,
And became happy and strong with each other,
I used to spread my wings on it and forever lay,
On a sunny and long day,with nothing to bother.

Then the sad day arrived ,and I dont know why,
The rose grew angry,with me, and became sore,
As i went to meet it under the shining blue sky,
Its mighty thorns laid on my pretty wings and tore

My wings torn apart,lying on the evergreen grass,
With my tears pouring over with sadness & grief,
I felt the blue sky was now more of a color of brass,
The moments are treasured though short and brief

I Am Waiting...

She comes around quarter past nine,
Towards my auto,walks in a hurry
Her sadness hidden as if really fine,
Her eyes reminds me of strawberry.

I have many to pen about her moves,
Her innocent,feeble and tremble walk
Reminds me of horse with weak hooves.
She is polite,soothing,warm in her talk.

I drive her to her office,where she works,
When she gets down to leave,a bit nervous
Eyes meet mine,saying "Danger Lurks"
Paid the fares without any harshness,fuss

She leaves a sigh always with a Thank You,
I give a smile,she is then gone,to her mill,
She reminds me of soft drop of morning dew,
Wnen i see her,warmth in my heart is on the fill

She comes no more,and i am looking on and on,
For long,i can no longer see her walking towards me
Or is it my eyes,worn out with age,almost gone,
I am still waiting with my auto,for you with glee

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