Where was I

In thoughts
in fear
in hearts far and near
in whispers
did you hear?
I was in you
in laughter
in tears
in sighs
in sight
in line
in dot
in dreams
in shots
I was in you
in heart
in soul
we got hot
we got cold
yet death did not take control
I live again..with lots unsaid .untold

Happy New Year 2017

Last year was good
this year.too 🙂
what do you hold for me 2017?
Tears or pain
Laughter driving me insane
Dreams that makes my day
or nightmare stretched to days
Will it make or break
Will the year be better
or worst than last
Can not tell till future gets to past

Winter is here

Once again
This year will end
will see leaves fall
twigs dry
sky filled with dark clouds
Will it be nice as before
less or more
fast too sore
slow to bore
Everlasting fear to ride
or pathetic layers of pride
making faces look too tight
lips pressed
brows joined
twitch and turn
look ahead
not behind
time has lapsed
will you see winter again
next year
like last
or is this your last
time passes by fast

Last night

Last night you tip toed in my dream and I could feel that you wanted me ?
I was sleeping in my dreams 🙂 It was a dream within a dream , you bought me ice cream. I wanted chocolate but you had blue berry and strawberry whipped with full cream. Still , I ate and smiled , not because the flavors were good..because you didn’t let it melt. Last time you brought me a cake, it was hot was recently baked and had lots of dry fruits and cream…no it was not ice cream cake.. a different idea.when you left and I woke up this morning…you were still sleeping..I think..you were washing the bowls I ate from…or was that cup ?
I was smiling and the morning was great..good to know you never leave me alone..awake or sleeping…hmmmmm
This time bring me a juice…something tangy that I can not refuse…cool and light…fresh and whit..or clear..whatever you bring for me..is always dear.

Not sold :)

Heart pure gold
Spirited lively and bold
Always in control
Secrets untold
Personality manifold
Young not old
love life to hold 🙂
list too long to scroll

Portrait called life

Pasted on a wall…that is blank..is that a life..always on hang ;)can I loose myself and break free and be myself..the real me..
I think..I should try at least 🙂 To put colors in life as I please.
Change the postures as many as can be..and relax with sizes and prizes that please.
Life is painted and erased with ease , come close and view portrait of life with me..can you see that smile not reaching eyes ..or that tears just blinked off to release…a shooting pain or surging fright..are you in dark ..are you in light.. sketch would be better than paint. waves on face are deeper than lines that erase..how will you dry me..in gloomy rains..tell me once again..

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