There is an ice storm brewing outside. I am at my brother’s home, working from home. I should be going back probably by the end of the week. But it is wonderful here, watching a big HD T.V and eating junk food (with each bite of it I can see it getting converted into fat and wrapping around my waist
) and working. If I can work like this forever.. wow.. what a wonderful life it will be. Well I think I should get back to office, life should not be that wonderful, I’ll miss, yelling at people, going out for lunch, and gossips and office politics.
The poem.
At some part of the day, everyday I just sit and think. The thoughts go through many different things. Some of the thoughts are very unreal. In many ways those thoughts are ridiculous. After one of those thought processes I literally laughed at myself for even thinking about some in a particular way. Then I wrote this poem. Who that person is what I thought about that person is the topmost secret in my life.. .. naaaaaa I will never tell.. hehehe.
Enjoy
A Little Lie.
The rays of the evening sun said farewell,
With a light cool wind that came,
Over the dying flowers of last days of summer,
And filled in the nature, scents lost in the warmth.
Oh’ how silly to even think about her,
For another time, when inevitability long time back spoke,
Oh’ still a story weaved in mind that told a dream,
The story of love, the story mind loved.
She walked in tunes blown into her ears,
She spoke in the language of the heart,
She lived in a small town far, far away,
Felt her heart so near, such was the prettiness of her soul.
In the depth of her heart she felt,
The love of a man, whom she knows not,
Only from far he looked, only his words she heard,
Still she loved him from the depths of pretty soul.
On a day when nesting birds left,
When wind lost the cold and gained warmth,
He said in his words, his mind and his love,
In the happiness she felt all she forgot.
Days of love filled with beautiful smiles,
Nights of love filled with wonderful dreams,
Sleepless then both remained and showered each other,
Words of love, songs of love and in rhythms unknown,
They both danced hand in hand.
All her thoughts he knew, all his actions she read,
Every bit of each other they both felt,
In understanding so perfect as they never disliked,
Any thoughts, words or actions of each other.
Nothing stopped them from asking each other,
The formalities of society and a happy day to reckon,
Then forever they remained in happiness,
Vowing to each other the soul of each other.
The story was told in many different ways,
In different circumstances and scenarios,
Though many faces seen in each others lives,
Still in the depths of heart, her smile remained.
But a truth known in every thought of her,
That none of the thoughts should ever become real,
But still love to think and in soliloquy tell,
A new tale about her love though I know,
It is yet another little lie.
the little lie sounds like the double face she projects of happiness, when she is in constant sadness.
Here in Ohio we are actually experiencing really abnormally warm weather. Enjoying it while we can.
I hate driving in ice and snow.
Hi Riaz, thanks for the comments, and yes I have been looking backwards a little lately. New readers and all …so I like to give them a little history from time to time.
little lies…..we all listen to those I think
Chris
Riaz…how are you my friend. Thank you for the comment! It’s so good to hear from you. My husband has no other woman in his life. We are just rediscovering each other again. Also…your poems always amaze me. hugz to you my friend….kimmie*
I probably should have avoided the second bowl of chicken porridge… hahaha. I wasn’t feeling very good after that, but I think it was soothing… like chicken soup. I haven’t had porridge for a long time, like when I was little. I’m not so little anymore… haha.
There are times when I do find that I am worth something and other times, I guess, worthless. I love this by the way, it makes complete sense to me!
“Please yourself first and through that please others then they will know the only way they can be pleased by you is when you are pleased by yourself. “
I am very glad to hear that you are pleased, and in the same way I am pleased. When I read your work, no matter what the subject matter might be, you always seem to write so eloquently and make it beautiful. When I read your poems, they make me feel like I’m dreaming, and you know what? I do enjoy dreaming about escaping this reality of mine and indulge myself in those phrases. Thanks for a wonderful post.
I really like Obama I think he is very intelligent.
The one thing I don’t like is that he won’t just come out and support gay marriage.
I really don’t want Clinton because I think the last thing this country needs is to have two families rule (and I do mean rule) America for almost twenty years.
Hello. This one is very beautiful. I’m so glad you post your poems. Thanks for sharing. Take care and wishing you a great weekend. 🙂
it’s been awhile since I have been by….this is lovely….i have missed xanga and my friends here…i have been lurking…lol….Happy Holidays….
donna
See I think Obama’s greatest strength is that he doesn’t have these big sweeping plans and grand ideas about how to deal with the world. Instead he possesses an intelligence that will allow him to listen to others who have made it their lives work to be diplomats and military personnel and act with intelligence. Many presidencies that had these big sweeping plans, I think, were ultimate failures. Nixon, Clinton, Carter, etc.