Returning alone
after work.

The shack
sitting empty,
waiting
for no one;

mist rising
from the still meadow
like silky,
slender ghosts;

the trees
keep their thoughts
to themselves;

a light rain
begins to fall;

no sounds,
but bird sounds
and my own breath,
both hushed.

How far away
the world
and all its bustle.

Money, ambition,
achievement
and success -
the cacophony
of modern life,
just so much noise.

In this silence,
I become
the best part
of silence:
myself.
- mce

Why can't fish cuddle, they can kiss but can't cuddle.

So many lovely, young girls
brimming with despair and despondency.

Makes an old man sad.

You are like buds that can't blossom.

Casual ***, attempted suicide,
drugs, alcohol, broken hearts:
all accrue to the self-aware.

Self-awareness is a great gift,
but acutely painful
to the very young.

Never use a man to define yourself.
Only disappointment lives there.
Men aren't all that smart
or valuable, you know,
and can be easily replaced.
In 40 years, you won't remember
his name.

None of this is new.

The trick is to find
your way to survive
and do it no matter what.

On the other side of suffering
is life, and perhaps more suffering.

You don't need bunnies and rainbows,
you only need yourselves and time
and toughness and belief.

Go ahead and blossom.

Make an old geezer smile.

He saw her completely vanishing
from his reality,
but in disguises gatecrashing
in to his poetry.

1.
Look! two butterflies entangled
in the thick of love, try extricating,flapping wings
girl, forget you're a doctor,let love resolve it.
2.
A strawberry touches her lips,
astonished I stop eating my peach;
where does the fruit end, her lips begin?
3.
Your dad is conservative,
mother is moderately appreciative,
every move of amour, has to be  politically sensitive.
4.
On this bikini your body prattles,
a language unintelligible through, I am all ears,
darling, make your body speak, the lingo it truly appreciates.
5.
Water nymph, your bodyhugging dress
simultaneously does myriad things,
talks erotica, tries seduction,makes me a fool fumbling for words.

If you can spy me like this, with your dreamy eyes,
seemingly closed, in pleasant  languor of amour,
watch my every move on the sly, like a Kilkenny cat
camouflage the aggression latent, on your tired limbs
react with subtle hints,that make me go wild
evade the eyes around you,cast a glance to my table far,
when your lips touch the glass of red wine,
you imply much,some subtle, the rest passion's crazy dictates,
I should seek out your green cat's eyes, gleaming in tbe darkness,
as I look and and say, without words"Let's meet right now, here"

By instinct, I deeply sense
the ocean moves of love,
in her heart and respond,
as if, by nature's prompt.
In each wave we combine,
as the force and water mass .

Oh, if I cannot see you.
If I think for a moment
that I have not your heart
I am stricken to my death.
Oh, the grave would be such
a kind and merciful place
without your heart beating for me.
Oh, my life, and heart and soul
are not my own.
Maybe I am a foolish and silly man.
It no longer matters.
Oh, I am yours forever
for either bliss or woe.
You cast me under your spell
and caught me in your net.
Oh, how you could ever hurt me
with a pain sharper then the sharpest sword.
Oh, how sharper than a serpents tooth
would be my life without your love.
I can only throw myself upon your mercy
and be like a beggar man
with my bowl for alms before me
for even the smallest sign of your love.
Oh, I am hopelessly chained to your heart.
You are the most lovely creature
who ever took breath.
Oh, I fear you!
That you would take the hope
of your love from me.
And Oh, how I long for you
as some dying man longs
for a drink of water.
Oh, how the touch of your skin
is sacred to me.
Oh, you are the entire world to me!
You are the rising and setting of my sun.
Oh, I have never had the tongue
to tell of the lovely creature you are.
Through out all the days of time and eternity
no creature has ever lived as lovely as you.
Oh, without you let my body
return to the dust from which it came.
Without you life would only be
bitter taste and a bitter sight.
Oh, you are like some rare exotic creature
come from a far off exotic and romantic land.
Oh, I fall down before you
and place all my selfish pride at your feet.
Oh, I will kiss your feet
and wash them with my tears.