Silence

The value of silence is overrated:
it tells nothing
yet
proposes everything
based solely on
the imagination
and expectation
of the other;
so
when lost for words
keep sister silence
your companion
and let others
imagine and believe.

So who is this guy? A Mother's Commitment

So, who is this guy
You’ve found for her?
He know anything about her?
What she look like?
How much she make?
How hot tempered she is?
How stubborn she is?
He care?

So who is this fellow
You’ve asked her to meet?
Who think he can take up
The responsibility
Of a wife
And later
A family,
Just maybe!

So, who is this joker
You want her to see?
Who she later must
attend to
Hand and foot
Day and night
For the rest of her living years!
Ah! So this is he
Who I doubt know how to make
A decent cup of tea
And household chores
Never in his vocabulary
And she must say yes to
And let things be!

For us

it is the invisible touch
of the distant souls
that understands not
the consequence,
yet comprehends
the innate intentions,
that bind us one
in this sacred act
of womanhood.

Human in being

We are made for the Heavens
not necessarily fitted for Earth.
We forget where we came from
we loose sight of our goals
we disregard our natural instincts
we turn deaf to our inner voices
we loose touch of reality.
We become human in our being.

Still waiting

She enters the room
looking lovely and lost.
The dress she wore
made her glow in the dim light.
She looks around
and finds no friendly faces.
She picks up a drink
and walks to a corner.
The music plays on
the night grows old
as she watches the couples dance
to one tune
then another.

She gets a nod
from across the room -
its time to go.
As she stands to leave
he walks through the door;

The old

the biscuit in the bottle
is now soft.
the crunchiness
is lost
in the stale air.
it no longer holds
any value
to the man
who bought it
sometime back.

he picks it up
and throws it to the dogs.
they swallow it whole
without thinking twice.

Old faces

see the faces
that bear no sorrow

watch the eyes
that memory's borrowed

what's left
of us tomorrow

but these old,
faded photos.