So what you didn't come?

So what you didn’t come
I sat by the window
Looked up to the playful sky
Winked at the stars
Smiled naughty at the crescent moon
The moon decked in glitters
Ready to have a ball
We exchanged glances
With throbbing hearts
Told our endless stories
Held hands, tickled and tapped
We went for a never ending waltz
The stars twirled and giggled
The night mysterious
Endless and enigmatic
So what you didn’t come?




(C) MouD June 2011

Flower

A Flower Tells Us A Hundred Words…
 

Pristine, chaste, tender, intense
A flower shows us the way to God
Or way to our inner selves, our soul
It brings in a sense of awe, wonder, peace
Love, memories, nostalgia

Every time I look at a flower – dew fresh and serene
I feel, I am looking at the eyes of a naive child
A child, who is eager to be cuddled and touched
I touch the tender petals, breathe the aroma
And leave it there to grow to feel the bliss forever

(C) MouD May 2010

Love me without rhetoric

Love me without rhetoric

Don’t say that I am different,
Don’t say that I am special,
Don’t say that the wind will not whisper without me
Don’t say that I make you feel like all that cliches 
And then leave me

Don’t surprise me when I am dead asleep dreaming
Don’t surprise me with cats-bring-home kind of mess
Don’t surprise me with all the flowers the florist around the block has
Don’t surprise me on the darkest of days with cakes and say it is my birthday
And then leave me

Surprises do not amuse me any more
They twirl me with fearful premonition
Love my normal self, make me feel like an ordinary person
Love me because you really love me and you really do
Love me without rhetoric


(C) MouD October 2010