Can love happen twice - 


We fall in and out of love,
all through our lives..
could be with the same person, place or thing.
It's just a short burst of energy
from your heart
may last a second or for  years.


Love can be painful or may give you a minute of joy,
it can be a tiny moment, in which you would have lived a life.
A second, a minute, a day
You may want to go live it again and again,
and yet again.

You can fall in love with someone's smile,
their voice, their touch
Sometimes its just that fleeting glance in a
crowded room is all it takes,
for that sudden burst from your heart.

What do you do , when you find a love like that
What do you do , when you find love when you
are already with someone,
Do you let go of that?

All you can do is, hide it deep down in your heart
and maybe , just maybe someday ,

when you are in a crowded room,
you may meet that fleeting glance.
You may have that sudden burst from your heart ,
and live that moment again.

Yes love can happen twice,
and it's beautiful.

An old Shoe box: 

I took a break from work,

packed my bags and got into a bus and headed
 home.

To spend some time alone with my family, 

to spend some on my own.

I love cleaning , keeps me busy

keeps my mind of things,

rather it clears my cluttered mind,

helps rearrange my thoughts.

Among the dust , cobwebs and old papers

an old shoe box fell on my feet.

and in it i found some

old forgotten pictures and letters..

My toothless grandma's grin

grandpa's stories 

smell of my uncle's cologne

sister's warm kiss on my cheek..

Friends playing hide and seek, 

out with the old and in with the new,

few write letters , 

with smells of sand from a foreign land,

others just drift away and leave just lessons.

Letters from grandparents, uncles and aunts,

filled with love and words of wisdom.

Memories which were once

in flesh and blood, 

warm and happy..

are now just pictures and letters,

covered in cobwebs and dust.

Once in a while when you open an old

cupboard,

a dusty old shoe box, lands at your feet.

Take me there

Is there a place called far far away

Please take me there

Is there a place where the sun shines everday

Please take me there

Is there a place high above the vales and valley

Please take me there

Is there a place where silence is deafening

Please take me there

Is there a place where no one knows me

Please take me there

Is there a place called love

Please take me there

Butterfly flyaway

I am a butterfly with a broken wing

Suspended on a string

outside the window where the willows grow

high above grass covered in snow

I try to fly away

But then the string holds me back

but when the tree sways

or the wind blows

i feel a gentle push and i fly

but the string pulls me back

i was once a vibrant butterfly

hopping from one bud to another

I was free as the summer breeze

until the day i saw something shining

in the park among the bevies

All that glitters aint gold they say

i hopped from the bud to the glittering

piece of metal

and got caught in a net

i was once a vibrant butterfly

now i have lost all my colours

i have faded in the sun

all that is left is a broken wing