Morning Flavor

Without your voice, mornings aren't mornings any more 

The dew on the grass isn't a pearl

The bird's tweet isn't a song 

The azure sky isn't a canvass 

Like coffee without caffeine ... 

Without you voice, mornings aren't mornings any more .... 

Because She is a woman ...

A girl was born in the dark of the night,

A Curse she is, they said;

But with a twinkle in her eyes and

Spring in her steps; she conquered all the States.

A girl was born in the afternoon heat,

A Burden she is, they said;

But with a smile like the Sun and

A heart of Gold; she relieved all the pains.

A Girl is born, to be a Woman,

Not your whore or bitch;

Give her a chance to win your heart,

Not a stick and a sneer.

Because she is a Woman … 

PS: Two years back I on the occasion on Woman's day I wrote an ode to women.

(http://soms-world.blogspot.com/2009/03/women.html)

It got some great reviews and I think it would be hard to raise the bar. So for this year I thought lets write something which supplements My Ode to Women .... Hope it meets your expectations. :D

A Happy Woman's Day ....

What if I am not Lucid ?!

Indeed we need, to do a special deed ...

to be part of the creed, that sows the Seed,

But when the question is the Answer ...

and the Answer is to breed,

What to do, if I am not Lucid ?!

STRANGER

Poems are written, Ships set sail

A face so Exquisite, My breath just fails

A stranger she is, A stranger she will remain

Bringing a faint smile

If I remember her again ..... 

Note: Image courtesy Danny St.: http://www.flickr.com/photos/dannysantos/

         The guy is superb: www.dannyst.com

Love for thee

Love for thee is not poetry

Neither a song nor chemistry 

Love for thee is not silence 

Neither my crimes or the heart's Violence    

Love for thee is your smile 

So bright and full of LIFE, Now I can die ... 

Daffodils

I was floating away carelessly, a little white cloud

Why did you have to come like the bright daffodils, so proud

I wanted to stop and gaze at you for eternity 

But the wind blew me away towards meloncholity

Moments ...

What if I get you ... What if I get the world,

will it matter ...

The Notion ... the emotion .. the devotion of being in Love ..

is far Better ...

I would rather have those moments .. than growing exponents