washing the window pane

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..

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cinderella for a man?

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..

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a perfectly nourished plum

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..

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fluttering in an envelope

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..

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