With softly pining majesty,
silence sings a song,
Shadows grow long,
Her soft fingers brace my
face
and go along a tear's trace.
Delicate tip of her finger
bears the jewel,
A tear,
The tear that would have
been
lost as a salty line on my
face.
**
If the situations and
circumstances around you are muddy, count yourself lucky because you have been
picked up to blossom the lotus of life in that mud. Ever saw a lotus smiling in
clear waters? So guys just splash playfully in the mud. I promise it is worth
it. Did you see a pig rolling in the mud? Well, that is bliss if ever there was
any. It owns it mud fully. It doesn't hold partial purity of
future. It clings to its present mud with full passion. The pig just loves wallowing
in its mud. Let the purity seekers waste their lives in reaching the holy pools
to cleanse their souls. Let them ruin their present for a promised future. A
pool of mud at hand is better than mere promises of holy bathing in uncertain
future. Love your circumstances, feller. Try your decent bit and see whether
you can change them a bit to your liking. If you manage it, well and good. If
you can't change them, simply roll in them like a pig. It is blissful. Believe
me!
**
The sun playing hide and
seek among floating clouds,
The humid air wispily whispering
a smart secret,
The land lying languidly
with overdose of love;
its pining thirst quenched
by the sky's countless
kisses and love-drops,
A dove pair mating,
lost in the silent majesty
of lusty innocence,
And he holding her hand
with a soft touch to cover stony
realities,
A gentle kiss follows
to hide the mutual lies told
to make each other happy and
joyful
for the time being.
**
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