'i am the observer tracing life and its wonder'
MONDAY FEMALE
they call me the owl eyed One
what can I say, I need to know everything
am I not the scriber of life
...tracing the records and placing them in order
my thoughts roam,
Romeo, Juliet, Laila Majnu, ali, anna and many nameless ones
...they all come and go, staging drama after drama
and I live in fantasy fulfilling age-old desires
my mother said I mature faster than the rest
…been fashionable too since young
and I will dance and sing soothing my unrest mind
…I am the artist who kneads beads of hope
Many come to leave behind their sorrows and pain
...and part in happiness, relieved off their pain
...while I hurl angry words and show tantrums not mine
I am the healer who treats the broken heart..
The ant takes good care of me
while the monkey and the cockroach share their fantasy
...the dog howls when I'm sad
but I still cant understand why the chameleon..????
Being ancient in thought and sensuous in mind
I leave traces knowingly for the unattached in mind
...I am not a flirt but live within the secret wall of love
…my love knows no boundary, I see no difference
…and the bird of mystery says “time has its own course,
so look not at the tomorrow; the unpredictable nor the yesterday;
a mere dream…just be in the moment true and the clouds will bow in reverence”
MONDAY FEMALE
they call me the owl eyed One
what can I say, I need to know everything
am I not the scriber of life
...tracing the records and placing them in order
my thoughts roam,
Romeo, Juliet, Laila Majnu, ali, anna and many nameless ones
...they all come and go, staging drama after drama
and I live in fantasy fulfilling age-old desires
my mother said I mature faster than the rest
…been fashionable too since young
and I will dance and sing soothing my unrest mind
…I am the artist who kneads beads of hope
Many come to leave behind their sorrows and pain
...and part in happiness, relieved off their pain
...while I hurl angry words and show tantrums not mine
I am the healer who treats the broken heart..
The ant takes good care of me
while the monkey and the cockroach share their fantasy
...the dog howls when I'm sad
but I still cant understand why the chameleon..????
Being ancient in thought and sensuous in mind
I leave traces knowingly for the unattached in mind
...I am not a flirt but live within the secret wall of love
…my love knows no boundary, I see no difference
…and the bird of mystery says “time has its own course,
so look not at the tomorrow; the unpredictable nor the yesterday;
a mere dream…just be in the moment true and the clouds will bow in reverence”