I am a nomad who wish not to be a nomad. I loiter around my own solitude with eyes wide open towards a guest unexpected. I love with passion and feel the pain with total devotion. My heart is not too far away from a quick smile and a silent tear. I live life like as if... I lost sense of time
Do not
Tuesday, January 11, 2011
Story of a Bud
Dozing deep in slumber…
Rose bud sleeping in peace
Leaves around embraced…
Robed her in tender love
Day fed warmth willing…
And Night fed whispers silent
Winds greeted serenely mute…
Dew draped her lovingly cute
One lazy day she had to bloom…
Like it or not… to see life so gloom
Either to get kissed by a bee…
Or to get snipped off for a girl…
He is going to meet
So many days of penance…
So little to seek pleasure
She is better than a lover who is forgotten
To be born and smile in between often
I miss you M…
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