Haa Haa! Thanks!

Thanks!

Of course, every new entry into this world ought to be celebrated.

Thanks Ainjel

Do I get a tip for your virtual "do"?
Thanks!

I just wonder how it'd feel,
To breathe you for free;
O My Breath, my lovely clean breath.
I've lost you, and I want you back.

I sit through the ordeal,
With just my Wheeze for company;
O My Breath, you are my best friend.
I've lost you, and I want you back.

Now Cough and Phlegm have joined the fun too
And I loathe this crowd for sure;
O My dear Breath, I love you the most,
I've lost you, and I want you back.

My lungs are getting fried,
My Wheeze is mourning their death.
My dearest Ol' Pal,
Shoot a cool breath of fresh air into mah soul.

I'm battling my tears,
And fighting the crowd;
Come to me my friend and help me soon,
Without you, I'll be gone soon.

Without you, I'm alive no more;
But why aren't I dead either?
You have reduced me to a Spirit in between,
A breath of fresh air is all I need.

O My Breath, you have deserted me;
O My Breath, come back to me and let me live;
O My Breath, will I ever sleep?
But I've lost you, and waiting for thee….

They say yield to temptation for the opportunity might not come by again. I won't resist either. I'm drooling at your words. Awesome stuff MzEm.

Thanks pkh. You have the most wonderful smile

It is my face, I like it that way
A dresser in one hand, and a sniper in the other,
My man, Barber, swears to change it for the better.
With the smile befitting a King and the twang of his snipe, he marches ahead.
I close my eyes; I won’t take a new face!
Can, now, feel tufts of hair rolling down, and more, by the twang;
I shut my eyes even tighter; I despise this man.
His fingers are now felt everywhere;
And the snaps increase by the minute.
Why doesn’t he understand? Why won’t he stop?
He’s still plucking away and won’t go away.
What do I do? I love my face and want it that way!
My man won’t stop, and soon I will be bald
And I’ll wake up to a face I never knew!
New face or nice face, I just want my own old face;
I can’t bear this any longer, I flood open my sight
My man is finished and smiling; and I –
Still can see my own face – younger, smarter and charming!
Thanks to my man, my face is now glittering better
I told you, I just love this man!

Thanks!!

Ah, thanks a lot!

A rain droplet,
Left Cheek,
Cool breeze,
Rainbow,
Joy.

Sunrise,
Golden rays,
Dew pearls,
Flower bloom,
Smile.


Spotless blue sky,
Summer,
No homework,
Ice-cream,
Celebration!

A shrill cry,
New life,
First time parent,
My own blood,
Delirious!

Thanks ppl. Am not a Dad. It's just what I assume a Dad would go through when his first kids are born.

Roll around and hear the sound,
Squeaks of joy fill the town.
My kids are born, and twins they are;
Celebrate world, right this hour.

My kids are girls, and beautiful they are.
Eyes so radiant – easy to melt a soul;
Beside the girls, lay my wife;
Achievement of sorts easy to spot in her radiant eyes!

She carried pain, she carried life,
She fought her tears, now she’s given life.
She still has tears, that of achievement and joy;
Celebrate life; salute womanhood.

I hear my death knell,
The battle lost –
I get ready to die.
I have no more than a jiffy,
To face my death;
I see a thousand eyes,
Prying my every move;
I decorate myself with the best ornaments
And the finest silk sari.
I sense the armour of my fallen man shielding me
I walk with all my grace to the open
And join a thousand others who’re befallen my fate.
I close my eyes and picture the arrow that pierced my husband's flesh
I jump into the raging fire amidst wild screams.
I recall the sparkle in my man’s eyes when we married: Ecstasy.
I open my eyes and see the fire’s still eating into my flesh.
I close it shut and picture my man’s valour: Pride.
I pray to be welcomed by my man in the world I’m going: Hope.
I’ll not be captured in the land that felled my man, the world I am leaving: Sati.

PS: Sati was an ancient Hindu practice where the widow would voluntarily/forcefully kill herself jumping into the funeral pyre of the husband.