9/30/12

Aurora


i am writing a story
with him, i had in my night's dream
and how I found him one day
under the old fig tree.

it all started when i saw him one night,
the night was dark, and filled with lights,
he kissed me, and called me by--
baby; it was the first dream night.

then i was scared, and running away,
locked in a room, trying to escape,
i found myself flown under an old tree,
and in there, i found warmth and safety.

on a bridgeway, i was walking, trying to find answers,
i saw the moon, behind a big old tree,
i entered the door underneath, and i found,
things about someone who knew what care is about..

then one day, i found someone,
that someone - when i looked in his eyes,
it flashed, like a quick moment,
i felt like melting looking in his eyes.

it felt as if i have seen him--
but from where? was it like a fantasy,
Aurora fairy tale?
Like in my sleep, could it be, he?

now i write that story,
of how it came to be,
from the first that i saw him,
and every single night i dream about him.

9/23/12

Closer

Pulling me closer, when I look at him,
Right over the other side
I am so much lost thinking how to look at him--
--secretly, and steal a couple of minutes to look at his face.

Whenever he captivates me with his whimsical smile,
that it always makes me feel, I am in a fairy-tale;
I would love to stare at him smiling,
his eyes, his smile -- everything is just so magical.

I always keep on looking at him, from a distance,
And always happy to see him under the old tree..
He passes me by, glancing sometimes, smiling sometimes,
these times, though a few, are things I always recall at night.

I look away when he talks, afraid he would see
How much dreams I have with him, with me
I melt inside when he smiles,
and started talking to me, straight in the eye.

His eyes were brown, and the iris so deep,
like a gravity pulling me in,
It was like a dream, so far away
when his face almost touched mine, on that beautiful day.

We talked, he was sitting on his knees,
beside my chair. I turned to him and, 
it was such a sweet feeling, 
I was so much lost at his gaze.

Couldn't still believe his smile, and his eyes.
The way he looks from a distance,
Is way, way lovelier, and way, way, sweeter, 
now that we are closer, to each other's heart.

9/15/12

Dear old fig tree

Just how wonderful could it be..
when now again, it skips a bit...my heart,
whenever I look under the old tree,
it's where I see again, his wonderful sight.

Each morning jumps highwith a lovely sunshine,
that when I step outside my door,
I see him, on the tree, 
like it was before

Each day, as I walk across the lanes
my heart just melts as he passes me by
I couldn't walk closer, I am too scared
I cannot stare any little, I am too shy

When I lifted my head, much to my surprise,
I saw him looking at me, not knowing why,
He must have uttered a word, or five
But I walked away..too scared..too much

From a distance, on another given chance
I saw him walking, I stole a glance,
He must have known I am looking,
He looked at me, looking at him, and I felt so pulled in.

Chances are, and longer time, are things--
that I pray at night,
That I might have the strength to reach to him
,And start a friendship blossoming.

A beautiful wish, each time I stare 
at his lovely sight under the old fig tree,
That I might one day be his ride,
And with him, under the sky, every day and night..