The Maiden

Like a river yawns and tosses over

with it's banks half asleep

flowing to the village called dreamland

forming an ox-bow as per some beat

Her eyes are like oyster

her tears are pearls

her love is like honey

sadness is complete penury

She is jealous to cheat

in love she is gentle

flowing to the village called dreamland

forming an ox-bow as per some beat

Her first kiss is like the dew on flora

her voice is like the sound of flute

her problems are like autumn

her heart is like a wild swan

In diffidence she is like mist

If you kiss her she will go off to sleep

flowing to the village called dreamland

forming an ox-bow as per some beat

The Dark Room

The room is dark, the lights are off, the only gleam of light is from the street light outside the window flickering time to time as if it was a big glow warm. The room only has the sound of the air conditioner's swing flaps swinging from side to side. This subtle ambiance just sparks up the sudden urge to cuddle up with you and lie in your arm. Slowly but with great fondness the sound of your breath has overpowered the sound of the flaps. Each time you breathe out I can fell the warmth on my face, trying to live a whole life within that span of time. Lying there in the darkness I think in retrospect about how we met, its almost like a fairy-tale. The sound of the flaps have become a noise to my ears now, I look at your face and see you at calm. An expression that shows out only when you are at peace with yourself. Asking myself the reason I think it is because you are contended with how it is now. By now the sleep fairy has finished singing the soothing lullaby to me, I sleep in your arms never wanting to wake up on my own anymore.