Crush!

Silence

Sitting for hours, on the wet grass,

I was looking at the yellow butterfly -

Flying from flower to flower,

Amused by the droplets, glistening on the tip of the grass.

It was a Friday afternoon!

I was waiting for you.

I mean, your touch.

The way you entangle your fingers between mine.

The way you tap my lips and look at my eyes.

I knew you would come soon!

I was staring at the stone,

With your name engraved.

Hoping... it brings our love to life.

Hoping... it heals our wounds.

I admit I live in a cocoon!

I looked up to the dark, nimbus cloud,

I was anticipating your arrival.

You came as a tempest with a lash of rain.

You kissed my lips and we were drenched.

I know, this silence is a boon!

Then... I Met Love

I was a kite,
With my strings tied
To the railings of the window,
That opened to the sky.
I struggled through the wind;
My skin wounded -
I shut my eyes in fear!

I was a kite,
Flying in the gray fair of clouds,
Then I saw a rainbow...
I did not know,
When my strings were torn!

Chiseling drizzles, frightening thunders
Unruliness ruled over.
My wings were spread,
My eyes wide open;
The ether throbbed my heart!

I was a free bird,
Steering my flight in the blue sky.
Then I met love...
Now. . .
I live in a golden cage.