Crafted.

Every single time I think of you
The cupid pierces my heart
Not with an arrow or a dart
But intricately, with a small needle
Running through stitch by stitch
Satin and blood bathed
Whispering liebe mich.

Finely sewn in memories
Complete with star struck signs
A shimmering sequin
Glitters and brightest shines
And dangles lightly by the thread
Ever since i let me sin,
Is when amor mio
breezily you first stepped in.

A crochet of passion spun finely along it
Brushing lightly, row to row
a bottomless encase
I murmured Te Quiero
For every time the heart flipped
A string held it in place
Dipped in myriad rainbow hues
Thus happened the lace

Woven in patterns soft and strong
And cushioned with soft feathers
For those inevitable rough weathers
When the heart turns and falls
Stringed, stuck, spinning at a spot
Bright beautiful beads broke and fell
When doors closed on what was sought
When we could no more tell.

With sequins, crochet beads and feather
Collected part by part
hanging across space and memoirs
Floating in times apart,
Cupid sew them all together
And conjured a piece of art
Love breathed a little into life
And made my patchwork Heart.

Clockwork Strange.

It is clockwork

This tick and tock

At times it fails me so

Why it slugs or faster goes

And why it makes me glow.

These jumps and dives

A stinging beehive

Dear Lord, take it away

I am so much better off without it

Why do I need it, pray?

They say we have but only one

No one has two; shadows have none

Good Lord, why we have it at all?

Life could be much simple fun

And we could dance and blindly run;

If we were not to fall.

This thumping lump

I do not need

Sweet lord take it away,

It only hurts and gives me pain

Why did you make it, say?

These butterflies up, weak knees below

It means something, I do not know,

Something I can do without--

But nothing good, I dare say,

Kind Lord it makes me anxious

So please just take it away.

If I lost it, lobbed it, lent or leased

I could toss about happy and pleased

It would then stop hurting in here

It will not matter anymore

That He was there, so close, so dear

And chose to be no more.

I ask of you, my only ray of hope

From here, with some far-flung rope,

My Lord, take it away,

Oh how this pounding piece hurts

I do not get its strange ways.

Your Girl, Forever.

I huddled close when you drove that bike

I was the talk of the town when you waited for me outside

When I hopped on, I knew they envied your Princess.

Sometimes you took a detour to make the moment last

And I giggled behind your back.

On sunny afternoons endless

Wet after the rains

The lights lit the roads

The wind entangled my hair as I pulled down the glass

on those evenings in that shiny white car

which was your pride.

Blinking at the moving wheels to see its spikes

Squinting the eyes to see the street lights turn into stars

The feeling of standing still, watching the trees move by

And parting my lips to taste the breeze.

The times of those perfect long drives

When you and I fought over the radio tuner

And both won.

--- For my Chacha, to whom I owe my best times on wheels and off them.

My very own Haiku.

Bored to death
my Existentialism
demands spa rejuvenation

My Fav Haiku!

Eleanor Roosevelt Quote

A woman is like a teabag, you never know how strong she is until she gets into hot water.

J.M.Barrie Quote

To love would be an awfully big adventure.

Hugh Elliot Quote

Just because you love someone doesn't mean you have to be involved with them. Love is not a bandage to cover wounds.