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A Man's ode to Fidelity... :) ...

listen sweetheart..

feel the warmth of my hand in yours
and look into my eyes
you will see your soul lingering in mine

the promises i made ..i remember well
the dreams we dreamt together still tugs my heart
i am still your woodcutter
and i still find time to lie down beside you
under the sky
on a sunflower bed...
you give me the warmth i hanker for

how can you fail...
when you and i are ONE
one soul split into two
there is nothing that you go through and i don't...

you run in my blood
you linger in my mind
you live in my heart
and play in my soul...

you bore my kid in your womb
and you loved me with your heart...
there is no beauty that compares to you
36-24-36 does not matter...
because you are not a measurement....

An ode to Fidelity... :)

Hey!!

so what if i bore you a kid
and ironed your shirts
made sure your food was ready on time
and the house was kept beautiful and warm
when you came back from work

so what if i waited for you every evening
and i changed things around me to make sure
you had a complete life..

so what if i prayed to god..
he gave you my life and happiness..
that you lived life full..

in doing all this
i had forgotten
that there was a change in the equation
not only my 36-24-36 has changed
but also my "me"

and so ..
when i waited for you
and prayed for you
and loved you...

you were little busy
admiring beauties
and remembering old love
following the 36-24-36

which i dont have now
and never will have....

my woodcutter does not come back to home
longing for me
and we do not lie under the sky
on sunflower bed
vowing to be with each other
in all lifetimes

because..i lacked something which rules the hormones...
i tried winning you with heart...
and i failed
miserably...

The mansion inside me....

i carry an old mansion inside me
furnitureless
open and big
old...

there is a forest outside it
i take a walk on its crunching leaves
in calm afternoons
and put my soul to sleep under the sky
breeze caressing it innocently...

i read, dance, play, talk to clouds and create...

the silence and the peace makes me cry out of happiness

then...suddely there is a knock on the door
and i come out
on the roads and in this concrete world
lonely
helpless, eccentric, crazy...

dying to go back to my old mansion
thirsting for the silence of afternoons
and the sound of crunching leaves...

i wait
for the call of the mansion..and the silence of the forest