Her heart might shift back towards me,
Never realizing what she does herself,
She underrates her loving mother,
Aspiring to go to foreign lands,
She thinks life is easier there,
Knowing not life is harder,
And so she might change,
Changing her standpoint,
Her mind towards India,
I wait for her marriage,
If she's happy after it,
I will forget her too,
And I will marry,
Some other girl,
Proposing me,
Otherwise,
Waiting for her,
I will be.

He's better than I am.
Kinder, wiser, much more patient...
It's the patience and kindness that I can't help but envy
I'm so quick to judge.
Others must earn my kindness.
He's one of the rare and beautiful souls that will leave the world better than he found it
It's in his nature to plant seeds in every footstep,
While others trample life beneath them.
He's the Greek goddess who was so lovely that flowers sprung up wherever she went.
But he's different.
He's beautiful on the inside
He leaves something substantial in his path.
Flowers are pretty and fleeting,
but he plants oak trees behind him.
The trees he leaves thrive for centuries, they grow tall and strong and beautiful
Generations upon generations see his trees and they love them
He will leave forests in his wake and maybe no one will know that these forests are his...
But that's not why he leaves them.
Planting seeds in his footsteps is in his nature and I believe that's why I might love him.

Heart sings a beautiful song.
Whispers in the breeze.
Whistling the tune.

Love is a famous thing,
Sometimes it has to break you.
To help you rebuild.
Something old to new.

To age, to mature.
It forever will beat.
Kicking like a drum in your chest.
You walk with its beat.

Love is a strange thing,*
It's shows its face in oddest places.
Sometimes right infront of you,
Sometimes in the corner spaces.

Though Love isn't for me now,
I see it down the road.
Perhaps a long while,
Perhaps shorter than I knew.

We will see.

steering soulfully through scented air
attracted to the whiff of a flora's flair
soft and whimsical describes this butterfly
as it dances, oscillates, flutters by

I struggle to fathom its complex sum
of cells, hair, color and flight
it often creates one in my tum!
beautiful... quick... catch one I might -
scattering away, it's too fast for some!
as I grow still and wait in daylight
reflecting in sorrow of what I have done
I learn to focus on what's right
there in the distance a butterfly will come
I learn to focus on God's delight
and then in between a butterfly had come
to comfort my shoulder, it's feet so light
its wings kindly wave goodbye to me

leaving me in awed surprise
as it journeys off while fluttering me

don't chase the butterfly as you'll see
chase them hastily, disappointment I'll see
be still in patience, and it will surprise thee!