there is something
wonderfully happy
yet sad about us
.
but we are happy
while they are not
so should we bother?
.
for those who never
dwell in the happiness
of others are a sad lot
who breeds calamity
and misery and thus
they dwell in sin
.
they are not worthy
they are but intruders
they will never fit in..
.
.
.
you inspired me
to walk the path with you
you exuded
a zest quite unlike others
you are cute
ever more so vulnerable
when gushed
with overwhelming pride
as you rubbed
your conservativeness
all over me
I love unconventionality
you inspired me
and thought me worthy
.
let us walked on..
.
.
.
fate
glued you to me
with no plasters
but with an avalanche
of sticky sand
all over our feet
.
fate
glued you to me
with no binders
but with an avalanche
of sticky wind
all over our skin
.
and we hugged
the fate of a lifetime
my sweet ocean
without footing back
to that stickiness
we actually dread..
.
.
.
I was no king
when I made you queen
and the courts of Christendom
were outraged
when the damsels and jesters
and the learned is flattered
the bishop and knights
went on the defensive
.
I was no king
when I made you queen
and the courts of Christendom
went berserk
when God and spirit
and the sky is flattered
they stopped us
at the drawbridge..
.
.
.
I watched that dew
streaming off the leaf
onto my fingertip
.
I watched that dew
streaming off my fingertip
into the pond
.
it fascinates me
to watch it drip
as its ripple sparkles the water
.
but I can’t hold it..
.
.
.
