Sunday, May 15, 2011

A Stationary Life

The summer breeze kisses him lightly
Telling him the story of her long travel
Through the deep valley and mountain high
Of the kings and the great beauties
Of the wise-men and the wasted
He replies, I have a happy home to hung to
A little one to tug at me and wipe his nose
And then their is you to put some life in me
I would be like you one day
And my soul would fly
I would be free while they weep
And would run past the horizon of sight
Till then keep bringing me news my friend


Anonymous said...

Smarty, I opened the stationary box last night too :-)/
Ribbons and needles popped out of the blue/
Made a nice basket, might show it some day/
Will fill it with memories from my wedding play.

It's green and brown with pearls and lime satin,
A bit too much but you know I'm Latin :-)
I wish you could hold it for me on that day,
Make sure precious memories will not run away.

Hang to the happy home you miss,
Will "click" some pics and send you a kiss,
And hugs and smiles to feed all your dreams :-)
Already hear the life in you, smarty- it screams!

Yours, Kelly

Ashish Chauhan said...

Kamal Get back to me ASAP Thanks