A story of love

46 years ago and on this day
a story was ready to begin
A dashing hero
meets the love of his life
and weds a stunning heroine
Each day, a new page was born
with words and memories
into pictures to adorn
the hearts of two star crossed lovers
So very much different
but alike in their love
forever climbing
beyond and above
to ensure the rest of us
was taken care of
In that, they were so alike
In that, their love remains alive
He was her hero
and she his heroine
A story of true love
that will never end

The story of my mom and dad ...

ॐ Priya Patel

The sun and the sands breath me in
the ocean breeze sings me a duet
I lie on the edge of wet and dry
the salty air humming for me to forget
My world is now in the ocean sand
the cool water so easily opens its hand
and I simply let myself go ...

Another day another hour  
lost in the hum drum  
of everyday life
I am a mother, a daughter,  
partner by your side
I never say it enough
never share what I feel
never tell you how much  I adore you,
I truly do
Your simple ways,
and the smile in your eyes  
You are the **** sporty realistic spice  
that I fall in love with day after day
There is so much I feel and not enough
words to convey how much
I truly adore you
I truly do
There is no glam or glitz
or fairytale blitz
but there is trust and love
and years of support;
an unspoken desire  
that I somehow distort
But I want you to know
after all these years
you still are the flame  to my fire...

© Priya Patel Feb 28, 2016

I tasted the bitterness of hurt this week;
not at all meek
Pungent almost with smells of disappointment,
a lingering aftertaste of a trust misplaced;
a friendship in waste
A creation needlessly created
A reaction overly reacted
Now who is protected,
the friend or the friendship wasted?
As always, innocence is once again lost
It is nothing short of the bitter truth

- Priya

I listened to his gurgling  
bubble of words with animated eyes  
and flailing arms  
as he told me about his day
His smile as wide and bright as his story
soft in his innocent way  
and I watched him fall asleep
So sweet he is
this beautiful child of mine

© Priya, March 1, 2016

I added you to my mistakes list.
Remember that list?
You and I made one up for my
dumb mistakes.
You loved making fun of
number four because it really
******.

You're number seven now.
Figures.
You love the number seven.
And forty-two.
And I should probably stop writing.
Because I know if I don't,
then I'll never get rid of my feelings
for you.

Listen to the soft sounds of my soul
the fall, rise, and crash of
wave against wave of emotions

What do you hear?

At times I hear doubts
I walk through adversity
somtimes I crawl
many times I fall
but always sprawl
my way back to the top

I listen to the soft sounds of my soul
the rhythmic dancing of
doubts and decisions

I hear life whispering
for me to step forward
So I walk on two legs weak
to fate

Listen soft
What sounds does your soul make

© Priya Nov 5, 2015