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It might sound courageous
Or a bit naive
But I'm not incline
To simply agree
With subjective thoughts
Or allegories
I gather my objections
Empirically

My god is logic
And the goddess of love
No need to bow down
They fit like a glove
A creative heart
And a hungry soul
Are the gifts and curses
Of growing old...
Traveler Tim
All through the summer
Little brother trees
And
The gusty
Big sister breeze
Played in the sun
They had ample fun

The little boy trees, wore a dusty crust
And shower, they must
Lest their leaves, yellowed
Transpire to rustle in summer heat

A drizzle nor a sprinkle
Mother rain
Chose to shower
The mode she set to power
Drenched and dripping wet
The little boy trees with trembling leaves, sneezed

The cool
Big sister breeze
Lovingly caressed
And blow dried
The little brothers trees

Fresh and perfumed
The little boy trees
Stood tall in trousers brown
And
Lovely, minty green tees
Summer showers experience on 10th June :)
I saw the first
While I was full
I emptied myself
To fill him up
I saw the second
While I was empty
I emptied him
To fill myself up
When you have a important meeting to attend
you get stuck in traffic jam...

When your Director calls you to his office
its always the time when you get a call from home that the baby is crying...


When you have a sudden holiday next day,
you get up in morning with migrane...

When you have visitors coming over
your fridge suddenly is all empty...

When you have to make that one important call
your mobile credit is suddenly low...

When you have a friend waiting and you are already late
You definetly will have a burst tyre...

When you have a train to catch
your work never finishes till you almost miss the train...

When some guest come over as surprise
that is the when you lazied to clean the house....its the dirtiest to the core...

When you are fooling around on phone with a friend
you miss that one important call...

When you pack and fly off finally
its then you realise the most important
thing you needed is left behind...

When you want India to win, Sachin is on the crease strong
that very momen we loose a wicket and most often a match too...

When Ghana wanted that golden penalty
by the great Asomah Gyan
he hit the goal post, lost the match, lost the hope as well...

When you have a weekend planned
the weather shining the mood swinging
you get up in the morning to see its raining whole day and becomes messy..messing the whole feeling..

When you visit an uncle's place
they praise you delicious ice-creams and cakes
you decide to make some for them in good will and love
your perfect cake burns,
your soft ice-cream milk sticks to the pan, leaving the aroma behind in ice-cream,
in the family's minds and also in ur name..

When you mess certain thing
the people around you will always say they knew you will mess
but they never warn before...

Coincidences like these do happen too often,
Strange soon they will be termed as superstition ,
Modern day women have modern day problems,

Crisis factor are changing,
Panic attacks are the same..

Handling them is modern women achievements and
Tackling them is her trade mark,

Todays women are good at multi-tasking,
and situation like these makes them excellence at par...!!!

Mom's, Wife's, Sis in law s, Sister's Daughter's, Daughter in law s, Friends..
have successfully moved ahead...

Superstition dose'nt hamper their moving spirit,
Challenge each day is mile-stone..
To achieve and move on...To another day...another mile-stone
is the formula of perfect life..
is a formula for that perfect smile...!!!


Sparkle in Wisdom
2009.
Walking on this path is easy |
Let go....Let go....Let go....
Walking on this path is smooth |
Go Slow Go Slow Go Slow.....
Look at the dormant summer noon
Drowsing by the pregnant tree
And lulled to his vision of the moon
By a wandering honey bee

(Whose scarlet thirst she can’t quench
For the translucent nectar).

Her songs are so sweet and subdued
As a score of fruits waiting  in
A cluster
Not knowing when they will be plucked
So they hung on a sleeper’s specter.

© LazharBouazzi, 1 June, 2018
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