7 A.M

Bulbul's last day of School,

She would be free tomorrow,

She would be at college tomorrow.

"I have college at 7 tomorrow"

She woke up at 6 tomorrow,

She dressed up for college tomorrow.

She was there at 7 tomorrow,

In an empty class, all by her own,

An hour later, there were many more.

She was there at 7 again, tomorrow,

In an empty class, all by her own,

"I have college at 7 tomorrow"

She was there at 7 again, tomorrow,

In an empty park, resting on His shoulder,

"I have college at 7 tomorrow"

~nanda

Aside:

Inspired by the regular sight

of lovers in a park during

my morning runs

RUN !!

My extremely short animated video :D

A Word

He Wrote the word with Earnest Care,

Chisseling out Letters in a Tender Embrace,

Nervous Fingers balked at the task,

To engrave the unsaid, All In a Single word.

Unformed Unfathomable Words, That

Weighed Too Heavy for lips to Utter,

Words which pulled the Lips to a Kiss, Words

Which only two love-lorn lips would procreate.

Jailed in her Jolts, Unable to Escape an Express,

Aspiring to let them fly free, he fluttered

Sensuous Strokes that would tell a Tale Of

How a Thousand words wouldn't bear that which,

Only a Lone Word, would out-weigh, and Paint in

Myriad Hues with his Delving pulse A Picture,

All Captured in a word, in a name, in her name.

~

nanda