Beauty – poem

John Keats once said, “A thing of beauty is a joy forever”, But what joy would it bring if It is hidden underneath? One has to walk in beauty Like night and never hide. So come with me my love and let us Explore, the beauty hidden underneath. For a thing of beauty is indeed

You

  You are my happy memory of the past, The joyful moment of the present, And the hope and promise of the future..        

Backside

    Sealed But real. Hidden by, Behind doorsteps. Uncanny and deep; Cloistered and undisclosed. Affectionately indeed. Yearning, for freedom one day soon Enclosed longer, out in the open. Reflection of a light behind no more.

Affection

    “My thoughts are free to go anywhere, but it’s amazing how often they head in your direction”

On being hurt

“It is when we hurt the most that we love the best….”

Sincerely

                                             I                                       Felt your                      

Lullaby

as the stars descent upon the dark sky a lullaby can be heard let the deliciously warmed milk put you to sleep and its scent put you to ease with her gentle hand patting your soft hair may you fall asleep with mother’s care. p.s a poem written by my 13 year old daughter. what

Paris

Let us all pray for the people of PARIS…..

bleeding

stealthy pains furtive glances secret implies I am bleeding…I am hurting…. from a distance.

afternoon rain

afternoon rain….lovingly pouring. afternoon rain….sensationaly exciting. afternoon rain….sincerely moving. afternoon rain….remembering you. afternoon rain…seeing you. afternoon rain…loving you. afternoon rain…loving you till the end.