She was the simple one,
The one who was completely in terms,
With god’s blessings in the name of looks..
But strangely enough,
you saw her wearing lipstick…
and it was red as red could come.
Well, you are good friends,
And hence you probe……
“I am concealing a cut”, she whispers..
One tight slap it was………..
You didn’t notice him wearing a skull cap,
And that too all of a sudden, did you?
Run-over in the middle of the road
Gory sight of red flesh
- Poor Watermelon!!!!
That nagging worry about the most loved,
And that patch up with the good friend, after a bad fight..
Left her in just the right balance between extremes..
And so they say , that day, she had nothing to say!!!
An extended friendship
God must be telling the little one,
Some very sweet things indeed….
For he smiles so beautifully even in his sleep!!!!!
I am so totally in love with him,
As I have never been in my life!!!!
I cant resist the urge to hold him..
I keep visualizing his handsome face, every minute….
I heave a heavy sigh, when I think of him….
The little one doesn’t know all this,
As he peacefully sleeps!!!
The one Medicine.
It heals , it really does…she looks at me with doubt showing in her eyes. “You want proof?” I ask her. She smiles her naughty smile as if to challenge me. I take her hands in mine and lead her….
We travel just a little distance, when I show her the first proof…Wails of the little one,Wails so loud that you would wonder if the little one could indeed give rise to it. What must be bothering the little kid? And then the mother cuddles him up, and gently kisses him on the forehead. Her fingers hold him, go into rocking mode and the little wails immediately subside…
Would she still not believe me when I say that it heals?
I take her a little further away to the abode of God, a small temple. I show her a couple. The young girl there is lighting a lamp. I can sense that they are there for a request from God.
I can sense an urgency in her eyes and in her prayer. She is still lighting the lamp while the guy looks on.
Uh OH! The last flame from the matchstick just brushed alongside her fingers. It must have hurt. She continues to pray though. I can see that the young man saw that little tear.
The prayers done, the young couple walk out of the temple. I see him holding her hand and placing a peck on that hurt finger. There is still that lone tear on her cheek while her lips break into a grin!
And then I turn to my companion and ask her, “Do you still need proof?”
Love heals!!!It really does….
It is a newly started business venture
You have to put in a lot of capital,
But cant expect immediate returns…
It is like that garden,
Which the gardener would beautifully tend.
He would sow the seeds,
And take care of the soil,
And would wait and wait…..
Love is strange, I say!!!