The Butterfly

Blue Moon Night

Peeping through the window,
Resting my chin on the cool window sill
I drink the calm silvery moon light;
In the solitude of the night
Intoxicated and sleepless,
I surrender myself
To the gentle breeze
Whispering my love’s message
In my ear I cannot hear
But my heart can feel;
No other sound except my heartbeat,
And the lonely cricket;
I would rather stay awake,
While the moonlight shines gently
Till the full moon departs
As the twilight approaches
Bidding me farewell
Leaving me enchanted,
And intoxicated with its
Seductively calm silvery light.

Life is Poem

Life is a Poem

Every moment is an alphabet
Every day is a word
Every week is group of words,
While the words become a phrase,
The weeks become a month.
A volume of words springs out
Of my heart with a
Seed of love to be planted
On the distraught souls
Where beautiful flowers
Yet unique shall bloom
In the form of a poem
On my blank page.