On a green leaf
For frogs
Illuminated by the surface under
There she sits on
A part
A piece I looked as a picture
Dazing wondrously and scouring with pairs
My sandals my feet my hands
All my fingers and nails
My ears
My toes of ten
and legs
Knees and my shoulders
The missing piece
or so i thought under
The afterthought
Full of doubters
For the plants grew all tall
None could be any taller
Dazzling danglers
A field under the stars.

Girly willed as am I
Which could not seem possible
Acceptance aches
Belief breaks
Even the words I speak, write or sing,
(Shall I
Hear it...)
over there it only echos
against the busy chatter and travels back home
Clogs *******
Reminding me that a life can be extinguished with mere
disbelief.
Disbelief and ignorance another pair...
Girly willed as I am
Nodding behind books
Fiction, fiction, fiction
They neigh
So here I go...
Thankful prayer as it did happen to us..
And all of it did
That it was I who did it.

Fuels of her pair
by flying passion and wild innocence
Now...
A human being
Limitless like the others
Why don't they not see? The rest, the stops,
The same scene, there is exactly the same scene...of falls.
If they just went out and did it, for a stretch and a walk,
Just grow out of leaves, be the branches printed of feathery crease
Because I am girly willed
Golden meadows lost to become treasure.
Fearless of rags she is as I am,
Laying afloat of the clouds, linen skies, seas and drifting through the weightless sand
Fearless forever.

I am no longer the woman I despised before
I have let my lover be
watch her spend days and nights
wandering like a wild animal in a vast field
I pace back and forth around the cage
I have locked myself in
while she,
being the carefree creature she is,
have travelled far and wild
and I told myself
let the lover be
let her hair be swayed by the wind
let her tiptoe on the grass
as I watch her in careful fascination
and she watches me back
admiring me like a dusty, discolored painting in a museum
“There’s something delicate about her,” she says.
for in the confined nature of my soul
I have lived a thousand lives
I have seen people come and go
watched them like they were fire dancing in the wind
reached out to touch them
and pulled back right away
because the woman I no longer am
would touch the flame and keep it for the cold of the night
now I dance around my self-made cage
and I let my lover run free.

if only i was my old self
i didn’t need to worry much
just had homeworks and tests
thats all
the new me
the changed me
the messed up me
that now knows everything
loneliness
fear
trauma
and everything else
that changed the light into darkness
changed the happy me
the pure innocent me
the old me..
that was carefree

O’ Wanderer Wind,

Tell me, where have you been.

Like a nomad you love travelling

and are blessed to always be blowing.

You tease the Sun for following a routine

while you rise and swirl at your will.

You ogle at the majestic mountains while squeezing through the valley and whistle your presence as you rush past in a hurry.

You playfully engage with the blooming flowers and borrow their fragrance cleverly, to charm others on your onward journey.

You even caress the green grass as you sail past, flooring it with your flirtatious touch.

Blowing over the Sea you leave behind ripples many, suggesting your romantic alliance with the blue sea.

You kiss the falling raindrops, swaying them off their feet while turning them into mist magically.

I wish I could be as carefree as you,

blowing where ever I wish to be.

O philanderer Wind,

Tell me, where have you been ?

A bunch of fireflies
Freely dancing in the breeze
Just like you and me

Whippy willow-branch crowns
and crystal-cold pool water -
grass-tickled bare feet
and breathless trampoline bouncing -
comfortable, starlit darkness
and hours spent amongst the trees.

These are the memories that return with the summer sun,
and I cannot shake their carefree presence,
or how they pierce my heart.

Summer was always our joy.