you have etched yourself completely
in my thoughts
and affected all sensible motions
I never thought possible
I am moved by your smile
your disposition
your genuineness
I am immersed by your gesture
your readiness to accommodate
all risk
I am deeply moved by you
.
your simplicity has also helped us
to grow
& learn in togetherness
I guess
washing the window pane
amidst the occasional rain
is not that difficult after all..
.
.
.
who would want
a cinderella for a man
jackal in the morning
hyde at night
who would want
a cinderella for a man
hiding in the morning
lovin’ at night
.
for I wouldn’t want
a cinderella for a man
whose body is here
but mind is there
for I wouldn’t want
a cinderella for a man
who wears the glass slippers
and flinches on the stairs
.
well I would want
a cinderella for a man
who cares and loves
yet ignites the stove
well I would want
a cinderella for a man
whose aim is in circles
yet partakes in my plan..
.
.
.
are you happy little gal?
after you have found that perfectly nourished plum
stashed away in the drawer
unwanted, uncared for
& misunderstood?
.
will you handle it with care?
when you run your snowy white fingers
through its delicate pulp
each time you reminisce
the brief moments of togetherness?
.
will you cherish it forever?
after taking it all into your lips
and taste the hidden sweetness
that ease your years of pain
and emptiness?
.
in a world where no one cares
in quiet resplendance
the perfectly nourished prune
lay thinking..
.
little did he know
that the moment she found it
she cleansed it with her heart
and warmed it under the sun
she then planted it in the choicest plot
away from the weeds
hoping that in years to come
her tears of happiness & joy
will nourish that soil
and a perfect tree shall blossomed
so that
this perfect little gal
can live & play happily
under the shade
of this plum tree..
.
.
.
from karma to karma
we are already conjoined
in sharing
in trust
in comfort
in dispelling loneliness
.
from heart to heart
we have found
true love
in giving
in understanding
in believing
.
such is us..
.
.
.
today,
a butterfly came into my garden.
as she dances in unison to the arty balinese theme,
i watched her flutter-
her sweet nonchalance
permeates the air..
through shimmering light,
her beauty was eternal.
an aphrodite of everyones dream.
as she captivates my gaze,
then resting on my finger,
a camaraderie entered.
inside my envelope,
i too fluttered.
i became a butterfly she is!
what seems momentary
became a gamut of embrace,
of kisses,
of one.
what seems impossible
was en routed
because today,
in fantabulous effervescence,
a butterfly
came into my garden..
.
.
.
the language of love
is a tedious cringe of slapstick
you slip, so slippery & backtrack
like jack holding the joystick
.
you flip, you twist, you burn
of pink jaguars & trunkless elephants
you frust, you flop, you scream
on bed of nails and no ice cream
.
then anguishly
you stop slipping
& decided not to backtrack
before the mess puckers your thoughts
.
so never slip, so slippery
never backtrack
my oh my!
.
.
.
we can walk together
but only for half a mile
we can laugh and sing together
but only for while
for when laughter fades
& a set of footprints is left in the race
faint illusions will trace
the little bundled up maze
.
will you walk with me?
will you cry half the cry?
when you are at your peak
when I am near to bye and bye?
we can walk together
but only for awhile
and hear the echoes in the distance
of gay, of tears, of cherish..
.
.
.
nothing smells sweeter than
the fragrance from the east
a budding chinoiserie
that thresholds the paddy pond
and the lallang filled path
leaves stretching upward to the sky..
the moon noticed
and beamed its widest smile!
why do you try so hard little flower?
aren’t you scared of the coming monsoon?
in quiet dignity
she mused
longingly she stood unafraid..
as the bleak evening passed
and morning whistles its cock crow tune
the little bud bloomed
her sweet fragrance now permeates the air
for she knew
that he would ramble out from
his shed in curiosity
to follow the fragrance
as the smell took over where the snuffed candles fade
in an inkling
there he was-
nonchalantly picking her up
minding her every petal…
tucked it into his dust jacket
& took her home.
the sun grinned..
.
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