A Song of Human Love. (3 poems)
Time is Not Enough
Time won’t let me do, what I wish to do,
It forces me to work, gives me the blue.
It dictates my rise at the morning’s hour,
Thus making me sad and tired and sour.
I’d rather stay in bed, given time to recover,
Or sleep all day, at least another half hour!
My Supreme Lord, do give me forty-eight hours,
To accomplish all from my mind-made Towers.
And this includes some extra sleep!
Last evening, when I opened my packed meal,
I found a most beautiful note wrapped in fragrant silk:
“I love you.” It said.
As if this was not sufficient, it continued:
“My darling, you are eternally mine.”
My heart stirred in silence, as the tears rolled down my cheeks.
That evening, when I came home,
It was to the eroticism
Of a bedroom decorated, like a perfumed garden.
The soft, coloured tapestried pillows on which she curved,
Exposed her exquisite silhouette,
Wrapped in soft, light and see-through lingerie.
We kissed, embraced and did amazing things together,
So much so, that they had my heart pulsating speedily,
As we trembled into an unknown sphere of celestial light.
Some minutes after she left this morning,
I pushed open the bedroom door per usual,
Intending to execute my early bathroom duties.
The door moved impedingly, and so I pushed again.
Just beyond the small obstructing stool,
Was a most exquisite bouquet of jasmine flowers.
I picked it up, and read some immortal words,
Once again draped in fragrant silk:
“My darling, I wish to be yours, forever…”
This time my Soul was joyfully silent, as it paid homage
To the One, who had gifted me her love.
-Manatita 13th Feb, 2014. Copyrighted.
The Humming Bird
Hey little humming bird, sing to me,
My heart is afire; my soul is free.
Let’s dance with the fireflies; buzz with the bee,
Fly with butterflies, on a leaf or a tree.
Flowers bloom and blossom with your love,
As you sing, smile, dance and fly like a dove.
Hey little humming bird, sing to me,
Rock me to sleep with your lovely melody.
- Manatita 13th February, 2014.
