through my eyes...

to my dear dear Hani,

in awe I had stood,
when I had first encountered her beauty…
with delicate strokes and vibrant colours,
she had been brought to life…
her beauty had been chiseled with such tender love,
that it had made the Mona Lisa smile…

to the canvas on which she was born,
she had never failed to show love and grace…
and the wall that bore her with pride,
she had forever held in a loyal and loving embrace…

meaning and depth she had added,
to the strong wall that she had adorned…
radiating happiness and peace,
in every ray of light,
to every soul that the light had found…

to the eyes red with tears,
she had given relief from the tiring despair…
and with eyes open to a different truth,
she had shared a vision that was unseen and rare…

she had shown wisdom to the seeking eyes,
of belief and faith, and the strength to bear…
yet, humble she had always been,
of her greatness, keeping herself unaware…

in awe I still stand,
cause every day as I see her,
I still see in her, a different shade emerge…

of peaches and apples...

she’d broken into his garden,
broken in and lived there for ever long…
living off peaches and apples,
peaches and apples from his garden…

he was the caretaker for that garden,
looking after the garden had been his job,
wandering through the compound,
getting rid of the things that didn’t belong…

he’d caught glimpses of her off and on,
glimpses that somehow, had brought to him a smile,
a smile so intoxicating that he couldn’t rid her,
rid her from his garden, do what he’d been assigned…

fond of her close yet so distant company,
he chose to let her be for the while,
deciding to let the time pass as it would,
postponing his duties, as long as he could…

unaware of the unfortunate truth,
she believed that it was for her that he cared,
slowly growing fond of his presence,
she looked at him, as her savior in despair…

she didn’t look for any other place to go,
the truth about him she hadn’t known,
but then it had all, as slated, taken a twist,
when the owner to check, had made his trip…

the owner of this garden, of peaches and apples,
fired the caretaker, and questioned his decision,
asking him for the truth and an explanation…
it was simple, the caretaker admitted his fault,
and promised to fix what had gone wrong…

peeking from behind a tree, she had heard them talk,
and as she realized the truth, she barely eluded a fall.
there she was left, with her fate quite clear,
she had to leave the garden, go farther than near…

leaving the garden wasn’t really a problem,
to her the peaches and apples weren’t so dear…
she could find somewhere to be,
she could easily figure somewhere to go…

but then, she is the only one who knows,
she’d fallen prey to the cupid’s arrow,
the arrow that had taken her, but left him alone…

a letter to her...

when the soles of these feet are worn,
and my rainbow still seems far away,
could you hold me in your arms,
and tell me I’m strong, be my strength?

if my heart’s running from this world,
and my feet have forgotten the way,
could you hold my hand to never let go,
and bring me back, show me where’s home?

should I lose my mind, forget how to trust,
and break your heart to cause you hurt,
could you pardon me the sentence of hate,
still believe in our love and remind me the same?

when my time comes, the reaper’s call,
and my body surrenders it’s last breath,
could you save me a little space in your garden,
where, in peace my soul could forever rest?

I used to wonder if I could live without you,
when the only music to my soul is the sound of your voice,

but now I’m sure I can’t live without you,
cause it is only to the rhythm of your loving heart,
that my feet have know to dance…