Happiness is Like Water

Happiness is like water,

It cannot be caught between your fingers,

And quickly slips through,

Despite your desperate attempts

To catch hold of it, and keep it.

Happiness is like water,

And before it is lost beyond recapture

Pour onto a seed, like an elixir.

The seed needs it,

And will bless you for it.

Happiness is like water,

And as you give it to a seed,

Giving it a new life,    

It gives you fruits,

As a way of repayment,

Fruits are the least expected

And sweetest of joys!


*Note: Art media: Oil Pastel and Pencil.

The Symbol of Love Gets It’s Share of Love

A rose, the “symbol of love”

Is smelt fondly by the happy lover,

Content by the love she receives,

A tender show of her acceptance.

But the rose feels no love, for being itself.

A rose, the “symbol of love”

Is held between the teeth by a lover

Passionate, as he holds his lover by the waist

And they move to the rhythm, as they dance.

Still, the rose feels no love for who it is.

A rose, the “symbol of love”

Is subject to abuse by the unsure lover,

As she plucks each petal and wonders

About her future with her love, together.

And the rose feels no love at all.

A rose, the “symbol of love”

Gets it’s own and only taste of true love

When it is a part of it’s shrub

A bud, or in full bloom, irrelevant.

With the lover and provider of it’s life

It feels truly cared for….