it rains fires and heat strokes.
It happens in love, after passing a restless day,
when I tell the tale of a sleeping princess,
and the moon sleeps on my right arm.
I feel a touch on my vacant left arm,
and I wonder how the sun has become so cool,
to make the sun smile I tell once again already told jokes.
Soddenly the clouds rise and start raining,
moon smiles in his dreams, lips of the sun busy in that moment
tasting delicious nectar of love, its sweetness and its charm!
Started singing a song advising to heel up the cold scars,The weather turned sexy, it excites, invites and entertains.The galloping sound of the white mule awoke the sleepers,Scene changed, the earth in love, all credits to the showers,Wake up it’s the time for love, O ye the sleeping dreamers,Is it a wonder or miracle a…
Waiting for hours on the road opposite to a bedroom,On the first floor just to have a glimpse of a teen aged girl,Chasing that girl on a bicycle up to a girls college,Where one could not get in and waiting for her,Outside the college till the bells announced,She’s about to come out and then chasing…
Exploring corners of the verandah,You look worried but for what?Congrats! Love has left its aftereffect,May you be a mother and be perfect!I understand, no hunger, no thirst,You have been loved again and again,On the branches of flowery trees,At a beautiful site near a fountain,Even while flying with your spouse,Recollect birds coupling in my house.Shall bring…
Born soldiers with love in their depthsIt’s a land green with crops of cotton and wheat.They are green in the fields where flutes are playedThey are crops changing colors when they ripe!They are brown when they mine the precious rocksSilver and gold bringing smiles, sweat they wipe.In the struggle of life they are peaceful cultivatorsIn…
The beautiful male born in a cage,Now you will fly in the blue sky.Regret first clouds of the season,With showers that made you wet,Angry loud noise and your rage,A cover on cage and you were set.On daily basis I gave you food,And changed water of your pot,You watched my service silently,I never knew you loved…
Where there is beauty it’s not a man,It’s a woman and it’s only a woman,We walk and she moves like winds of springs,We talk but she doesn’t as she always sings,We loose our beauty with the growing age,But you! Mother Teresa the beautiful sage!May be black or brown, may be white or pink,A woman, a…
