#preciousness
Let the secret in the rosebud
Retain its secrecy,
Afore the wind will scatter
And set the petals free.
Dec 9, 2014
Dec 9, 2014 at 4:26 PM UTC
What do you do when you are very happy?
I.....jump, sing and dance with them heartily.
What makes you feel better when you are very sad?
I.....hug them and close my eyes for a moment stealthily.
They say that children are God sent angels.
And I am blessed with two precious jewels.
When the world doesn't acknowledge me with the tag of an average culinarian,
They say "you are a great chef"!
When my day is pale and grim
They brighten the day with their priceless grin.
When someone taunts me to be a lazy lady
They say....how hard you work mom for us and daddy.
They are my motivator and the lucky charms.
I find happiness in their pure arms.
Their smile, touch and care can only give solace when in dearth.
This is the best gift for a mom on earth.
How I wish this crystalline love for their mother stays with them forever....
Hope they do not get manipulated when they start chasing the materialistic pleasure.
They are my biased children and I am their selfish mother,
Who will always want her angel kids to remain pure as they are.
Bina Mukherjee
May 31, 2020
May 31, 2020 at 2:50 AM UTC
I see you…
With eyes that belie my weakness.
And a heart in humble meekness.
I see you, and your uniqueness.
I feel you…
With an embrace to enmesh us.
Sustained passion to refresh us.
I feel you, and why you’re precious.
I perceive you…
Your awesome aura and mystique.
The answer to the love I seek.
Perceive you, precious and unique.
You…
Of this unique revelation.
Preciousness of your creation.
To perceive precious and unique—
That defines appreciation.
Oct 5, 2018
Oct 5, 2018 at 9:04 PM UTC
The finest wine to touch my lips
Was not as intoxicating,
Neither could its sweetness eclipse,
The magic that we’re creating.
The finest silk to touch my skin
Was ne’er as tender or as light,
Nor did its comfort draw me in,
As your arms do for me at night.
No melody’s been played so fine
To be the the music to my ears,
Nor notes written to such design,
The way your voice always my fears.
The world can offer jewels and gold
And endless gifts as pure as dew,
But not even wisdom of old
Is as precious to me as you.
Dec 1, 2018
Dec 1, 2018 at 9:56 PM UTC