Dresses don’t thrill me as before,
Money doesn’t matter to me,
Parents became second priority,
All I see is him every minute.
His eternal beauty amazes me,
My heart flutters at his smile,
The same is when he is otherwise,
Everything he says is funny to me.
I laugh and laugh at his tantrum,
Oh! am I becoming mad in love,
Let me not become Narcissus,
Who atlast turned into a flower!
When I typed my resignation,
His thoughts filled my mind,
Imagining all ways possible,
To spend my time with him.
Have no regrets at all till now,
As I play, laugh,hug, kiss,
And spend my time loving him,
Compensating the lost days!
Having thrown the money away,
My presence is gold and diamonds,
That can never be bargained,
Precious days filled with love!
Kept hearing kittens scream,
Thought was a normal fight,
But heard a cat went crazy,
Loosing her kittens to a monster.
Saw a hurt kitten on my gate,
Tired with bruises on his back,
Limped his way to me in pain,
Offered him a piece of cake.
Shocked to see his grit to live
A poor little soft creature is he!
He felt very safe in my garage,
As he is not scared anymore!
She tried and tried to be loved,
But failed infinite times painfully,
Waited for ages to get noticed,
But died a thousand deaths.
Is it the end of the long journey?
That never was a pleasant ride,
Hundreds of excuses for kisses,
Wasted days and years in wait.
Time mocked her endlessly,
As she succeed to stay alive,
Carrying her heavy heart,
Still strong for a journey!
I liked her on the first sight,
I knew that she’s a fighter,
Watched her pick herself,
Face the world bold!
Her smile was humble,
Yet was heavy and fragile,
Her eyes never smiled,
A mystery unresolved!
Had she lost someone?
May be but that’s sad,
For a woman so young,
To walk all alone!
Fear not if you see a locked door,
As there may be another opened,
To explore the options to soar high;
Life is a canvas, dare to hold the brush.
You may paint it black or throw colors,
As it’s your choice to choose happiness,
Overcoming expectation and deceit,
And come up with flying colours in life.
Handle failure with ease as it’s okay,
And it’s not the end of the world,
Be smart to find another solution,
Dead end may not be the end!
He calls himself, “George”,
Piles up all the pillows,
And jumps from the sofa,
Rolling on the floor giggling!
My pulse becomes abnormal,
As I wish to burn the pillows,
But his tantrums warn me,
And keep myself composed!
Granny pig has no patience,
And guts to watch George,
Grandpa pig is horrified,
Yet, keeps an eye on him!
Mommy pig had a long day,
Watching over him play,
Falls asleep before bedtime,