Didn't you miss me

 In the meantime, I drove through shores,

And it wasn't the time may be,

Or did I miss you by chance,

I miss those quiet talks of us, looking into your eyes like it makes sense to me like never before seen or felt like,

May I not miss you in dusky sunsets,

May I not miss you in that dunk rainstorm,

In the meantime, I yearn to m
miss you like never before.

Hey Firefly

 In the nights,

In the skies.

I saw glazing sparkles, wounding a tiny firefly.

Jumping In joy,

Whopping in thrill

I crusade in a mirage of hope.

Cozy

A warm blanket,

chill breeze and coffee latte '

Hissed "Warm Sundays and Monday blue's " are a havoc 

A comfy head,

fluffy teddy bear and puffy eyes ''hummed hey sleepyhead"

Kiss the pillows and snuggle in.

Peaches and Peonies

 In the meadows,

and lavenders fields 

The bees buzzed,

Peachy peaches and 

Poetic peonies echoed a soulful ballad. 

A serene, 

dusky evening kissed the sunken skies of the autumn sky 

Leaves brittle and skies soared

"Dear summer may you bless us again".

Serene

In the Ups and Downs 

Let me stay calm and serene 

An eternity of hope and realm ….

In the sunsets, I set aside the grief

and clouds of inkiness…...

Hear me, fairies ‘

Hear me, Rainbows

Let me climb and swirl all along;

In the waves,

In the ocean,

In the pebbles,

In the mosses,

and triumph the hopeful ballad.

A little Story

 

Once in a while, Mrs. Butterfly has laid down her hopeful eggs in the love of raising her young one's fate had another choice. 

As soon as she laid eggs, she met with an accident. "She got hit by a garden saw and killed on the spot. "

Little did her beloved husband know she was no more and would have to raise the children on his own.

Life looked sad and disappointing.

Well! Mr. Crab was an uncanny friend to Mr. Butterfly even though they met occasionally, so he met up on the island where all these love and meaningful chats came in, with a deceased wife and young ones to raise -continuing to chat his agony to Mr. Crab.

Mr. Crab was always wise and hopeful and always had good advice on hand. This time there were clear pieces of advice for his friend. 

"Your losses couldn't bring back, but you can't doubt your skills to raise your little ones."

Their struggles to live without a mother is an irreplaceable scenario but futile,

Your little ones need you all and complete 

So you raise yourself into a better father.

Let them struggle to be a butterfly - a part of their life cycle -no one can change it. So protect them as much as possible and let them learn how life is. ''It's ultimately their life again, and you should find your love and purpose too''.

"Don't let grief spoil you."

"'You're much stronger,"

"'I believe in you! "

Hearing the words of Mr. Crab, Mr. Butterfly decided he ought to be stronger than anything and never be hopeless in life. Tragedy happens, but life has to go on.

This dearest advice of Mr. Crab saved Mr. Butterfly from drowning in sorrow. Sometimes your best friend can be a bit of a crack, but they are there for you.

 

Special thanks to my sister for doing the illustration for the story.

Monsoon Dairies

 The heavy downpour, and hails,

lend me a soulful scene.

Orchids and cheery blooms are wet all along, it's dark and inky yet

my soul aches for the sun and the rainbows, and I am all waiting for a cheerful sunset along with a hopeful dream.