On a sudden,
the sight.
Your look of light
stills all,


stills
all, The curd-***
falls to the ground.


Parents and
brothers
all call a halt.


Prise out, they say,
this thing from your heart.
You've lost your path.


Says Meera:
Who but you
can see in the dark
of a heart?

I don’t know which spoon to use
Or where to put my shoes

I don’t know which hand to shake
Or how to drink my soup

I don’t know which cheek to kiss
Or if I need to bow

I don’t which blouse I should be wearing
Or which holy psalm to recite

I have never been able to make small talk
Or make people feel at ease

I don’t even know my biological traditions
How will I ever learn these?

A tulip of deep lilac
my sentiment to you
my key to your heart
thanking for all you do.

Its fragrance reminds me
of your sweet perfume
like your beauty these tulips
brighten up any room.

Your sensual beauty glorious
as petals caress your skin
delicately tracing your body
my desires your sin

Lilac tulips our love story
sweet romance they tell
you brought me to heaven
resurrected me from hell

Sweet tulips for my beauty
a symbol in the journey we take
a petal for each milestone
a role in each chapter we make

And I had to walk away
I was just hoping at least he noticed I didn't run

My life is like sand,
kinda nice,
kinda irritating,
and very quickly slipping through my fingers.