Love is like a garden.
It has some exotic flowers,
the fragrance that surrounds you.
it also has weeds growing
some butterflies.
a worm or two.
for love is enough
I let it come and go.
don't we all dream of love?
the first kiss on the lips?
I may be small to fall in love
and compare myself to the dove.
but love is like the quiet snow.
it has a way to make your heart freeze
curl up or lay awake in those sheets.
and overworks the beautiful brain
lets you whisper to yourself hundreds of times
again and again in vain.
thy scorn you of your actions and words
feel the drift of the clouds
check them and hope for perfection
rekindling your imagination.
and then one day in July
thou a little bit in the sly
take her for a ride,
with those very clouds reach the sublime.

I know that you kissed that boy
I know that the boy kissed you.
Oh,I know that he is passionate
Oh,I know that she is nothing
tell me,tell me....since you refused
tell me how men kiss you.
show me the scars...
did you mention the byte?

please write your name.
and let it be your own
the way it is supposed to be
the name you knew
even before I knew you.
I want you to know
loving a man is easy.

you who are all the garden
know of a log of wood
made into a bench.
sit there and watch the flowers
wait for them to bloom
give back your heart
pluck the flower
carry love with you.

our love shall live.
for it is natural.
maybe the waves will wash it away.
and write your glorious name
for you shall live the fame.
those three little words--
"I Love You".



























© Priyanka Bhandarkar