Winter rain

Water drops on my shiny window glass, sounds like a poetry but it’s not.

After publishing my first (might be last) poetry book I realise that I am not so good at it. But hey anyways, let’s move on.

So after dating almost 6 years now we are married. The only change is my surname( I  kind a like my husband’s surname so much thus I opted for it). Now the funny thing is a friend of mine asked, ‘so how’s married life going?’ Same as before I answered. She said, oh do some changes, for instance surprise him with dinner or so on. I asked, why? She replied, oh it will feel good.

I couldn’t stop laughing. Oh man I feel good most of the time. This surprise dinner might be so much work to make me feel miserable.

La de freaking da.

 

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same old us

I need to be silent in process to create,
don’t take it as quite it’s state of deafening,
vehicle crossing by people rushing in street,
the same very street I use to roam years ago,
where I learned with my brother first bike of ours.
So silence takes me to memories down the lane,
where mama says stay awake till dinner
and I don’t remember how I wake up in my bed,
papa was there all night when I cried of growing pain.
Certain memories never leave you side,
they are like treasure in life box we call it family,
we don’t see each other often, mostly once in a year
it seems enough if we all glued with bond of love.
A love which stays in hearts no need of declaration,
no Facebook status, no sending cards,
what all we talk is weather food and health,
same old me and same old them
same old me and same old them….

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Wish I had a Sister…

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Wish I had a sister,

not younger than me 

neither older to me

some what of same age

wish I had a sister.

My best friend from begin

One with I could share clothes

And secrets under  pillow

I make her hair 

and she might chop mine off

I don’t mind, I just wish….

Wish I had a sister.

Not alike but an alter ego

Other half of me where I console

Where she buried her tears 

And spread smile with both hands

I just wish , I had a sister.

At 12 we fight to be right 

But at 16 standing by eachother side

While growing up and falling in love

She would ‘ve been one

To back up with stories

No matter how time flies

We held on to one another

And I only wish I had a sister.

At 21 we might take different path

In seek of ourselves let go eachother

With a promise to find back 

When one calls no matter how far

After time passed and at 28 

We still share clothes.

Oh I wish I had a sister.

Now we made some decision 

For ourselves, for life ahead

One of us might be getting married

And both of us happy for other

We had different dreams 

Though it involved us

Of being sisters with selfless love

And heart full of joy.

So when I am 40 

I might going to  write 

Once again 

Wish I had a sister…

 

©ikbenmanisha25

What love is to me

I find love in defining the rainbows,
Occurrence of raindrops,
First autumn leaves after wavy summer,
Where I seek affection in narrating the tale,
What wind whispers to mighty sky I only hear hoosh across
Tweeting her lover, woodpecker on tweaking branch.
Thus to me Love, leaving mesmerized blue green ocean,
When eyes closed no wonder where my heart lies.

 

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