You’re Maybe The Angel I Seek!

You’re  Maybe  The  Angel  I  Seek!

Knowing    you  for    a  while

Seeing  some  of  your    smile

Heart    races,  and  beats  in  style

Would  you    show    me  your    Nile?

You’re  maybe  the  angel  I  seek!

Or  just  a  memory,    for  me    to    keep.

Now I Wish, I Could Hold You…

To my whisperer

Never thought would it come to this, with You 

Not even a touch; yet a passion tardily grew

Never saw any chance, and not even an ounce 

Yet inside, a flame and fire began to brew 

As I tried fold away the new page written daily 

Then I realised what I had lost found it, in you 

The rule of honesty prescribes, hence I will confess 

I care and I declare, I am mesmerised by your hairdo 

Dark hours turn bright, chasing off the night’s sleep 

As I await and anticipate, till to see the morning dew 

Remains in the mind your image, night and all day long 

And I feel you, believe me dear, it is indeed true 

Now I wish, I could hold you, here, there and everywhere 

Sorry that I am not granting, a straight clue 

An old man I may now seem, think of aged rich wine 

The most wise men agree, age is only an old taboo 

Become accustomed to thee, and thy way of thinking 

The ultimate bliss and finery, a gift, a life anew 

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I Was Watching A Bird…

 

   I was watching a bird,
   pecking the grass
   spread vastly green;
   Open…

   What if I was the bird, I thought?
   Or was I indeed one, only
   confined to my car,
   parked before the very field,
   teasing me!

   The bird was free to fly
   in any direction, any moment,
   and I would have had to smash the car’s window
   if fancied to join the bird, or
   I’d use the car’s door
   if I were any ‘’wiser’’!

   - - and then what?

   Try to imitate the bird using my tired arms?!