The Wait

A girl all of fifteen

So genial and genteel,

Swayed like a tree

At her favorite spot, by the sea;

Her giggles filled the air

With a charm quite rare;

She picked her pebbles

And blew those soap bubbles,

Which naughtily at times chose

To pop right on her nose;

Those waves kissed her feet

She tasted the water, oh not-so-sweet!

She wrote with her hands

On the golden sands

Her favorite names

And played her games

With sea shells and stars

Soothing her scars

Of a wound still livin’

But long forgiven

For, she knows better

It was not just petter

Sweet-bitter

As those memories hit her

She continues to sway

By the tree, to this day

Longing for her gait

And hoping for the end to wait.

The Random Walk

I'm looking outside the glass door in my living room and wondering to myself, what on earth happens to London weather on Sundays! It's wet and cold outside, winds blowing across in full force and I find some comfort looking at these beautiful lines that delve in my sms-es these days... 

1. 

Rise and shine

It is a day so beautiful and pristine

Meet your friends, have wine and dine

Do all the things that make you feel bright and fine. 

2. 

The old tree stands tall,

looking at the new age of fall.

He never forgets even being old,

but the new twig is alone and must be bold,

remembering she'll never be left in the cold.

Infinity

The twilight
pulled the curtain down
and pinned it
with a star

The star
held her gaze strong
and froze it
in a twinkle

The twinkle
spread till the horizon
and brightened it
with a smile

The smile
travelled with the breeze
and caressed him
with a kiss

The kiss
locked their lips
and sealed their bond
with love

The love
transcended the finite
and merged itself
into the twilight