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June 7, 2017
Thursday Rhymes 8.6.17
Light sparkles in her eyes when she looks at you,
As if two stars are shining in those eyes
That look through you.
They don’t say anything, nor do the lips
But you have the deepest feeling that they know,
They can see through you, as if your heart, soul
Is an open book, and every feeling that you have
Is written on them, she gently sifts through the pages
Reading each and every word, understanding it all,
Dark hearts feel unsteady in her presence,
Afraid that she can read their intentions they cower.
Hurting hearts feel reassurance by her single glance,
Knowing deep within that she can feel their pain.
Loving hearts warm up in her proximity
Knowing their heart rhythms with her heart full of love.
Tormented hearts discover peace in her face,
That tells them not to worry, the night may be dark,
Wind might be howling, thunder roaring
the path may be scary but soon it will end
and they will reach their tavern to rest.
June 3, 2017
May 31, 2017
Thursday Rhymes 1.6.17
Motherly affection is not a gadget available on hire,
You can’t make a woman feel “motherly”,
Lucky indeed it is for the society that most women are born
mothers, it’s simply inside them, it comes to them by nature!
Then again often they are brought up that way,
they are too scared to say it out loud that they don’t feel like one.
They just don’t have that thing in them, gushing on every child that
comes their way, they hide it because they know the scorns they will face,
if they go around telling they prefer their lap empty, not because they hate,
but because they are not interested to have a kid on their lap.
So they fall in the rhythm with the society, wear the mask it wants them to wear.
Better watch out if you truly suffer from the complex,
that motherhood is an automatic, spontaneous and universal power.
You may end up with a nanny or a crib killer, better check out before you bargain.
May 27, 2017
May 24, 2017
Thursday Rhymes 25.5.17
If you think he is a fool to fall for a woman as cunning as coot,
Well, you are right… you can try to convince him he is wrong.
But at the end, remember one thing, people have a strange
tendency to pick up the mate they deserve at the end.
Or they finally pick up the mate they think they deserve.
All the warning, all the manipulation from friends and foes
may absolutely fail, or may temporarily see success!
But, mostly at the end of the story, it happens most of the times,
man picks up exactly what he was meant to pick up!
The mate he thought he was worthy of, or the mate he deserved.
All the words of wisdom, guidance, all the cunning manipulations,
maneuvering tricks may yield a big zero when it comes to picking up
another man’s lover or spouse, so when you feel like a fool,
or are sure you are banging your head to a wall, just walk away,
Let him decide.
May 20, 2017
May 17, 2017
Thursday Rhymes 18.5.17
He rode on stallion white, mane dancing in rhythm to gallop
Looked like foam on wave’s crest.
Moonlight made them shine like pearl, wind played with them.
Too many miles to go before he could rest, his stallion was tired too,
So he slowed him down to a trot to give him the breather he needed,
Had he thundered past the place he might have missed it,
One vision that changed his life forever.
She stood there bathed in moonlight, her body fair seemed
Made of rays of moon, her silver hair was softly blowing in wind,
But her face and body were full of youth, to tell him she was no maiden
of human race, she was a creature of mystic land, maybe a fae.
His horse stopped when her presence it felt, mesmerized like rider.
He stepped down from the horse, the maiden turned hearing the rustle,
next second there was nothing left in that field but moonlight
she melted into it as if she was never there.
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