Phones, shapely, laughing beauties of yore,
once patiently rested in cradles , what elegance!
waiting for the prince to come, give a kiss
break the spell, remove the curse!
Gone are the days of pampered babies,
no cradles for phones anymore,
cell phones, the petite beauties we all care for now,
are born grown up.

The baby in the cradle now
sobs demanding the slimmest of cellphones,
once able to lay hands on it
the games continue till the eyes droop .
Cradles get vacant now too soon
the petite phone rings with out
any rest day and night.

The Moon's rays silently fall to the ground
Where the Fairies dance and play all Night long
Singing with some sweet beautiful sound
And playing on their harp some pretty song
Where they mingle warmth and love together
Woven into their pretty tapestry
With no angry, cold or mean words ever
Making the world a paradise to see
The Moon casts it's rays on this sleeping world
And the Fairies sing some sweet lullaby
To hush the world to sleep with pretty words
And the Moon winks to them from the sweet Night sky
While all the world sleeps in a pretty trance
While the Fairies sing to the world and dance

**~Marian~

walking in mud
     Earth receives me
    deep I sink
   feel as one
  cling to her
  new life arising
brave shoots ******
      with force of Spring

come to midnight we commune
imbibing nectar of the moon
solitude with soulful pleasure
stealing free of hours measure
silent shares diffusing scent
alleviate our discontent

From his office desk,
he took lessons on concealing desire,
from her; mostly practicing  movements
of eyes, lips and hands .