Monday, 30 November 2015


Its late at night! 

And I’m  still up and  awake! 

Striving to write poetry  

All my  ideas have run dry

Frustration comes by

And all words seem to run away  from me!

Not far from my desk   

Cuddled up alone on our cozy bed

My beloved sleeps in

Her curly hair, softly dancing in the breeze

A glowing half smile in the depths of peace

No words , no seeking

Just sleeping in silent poetry !

Its time now , I realize

I  too must put my pen down and  huddle in

Love  needs  no fancy poetry

Love  needs no clever words

A warm hug is all that you need !

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