Perception of touch....

Every touch is different, like a fingerprint,

some touches express love by their mere presence and yet

there are certain touches that feel like they have an agenda.

Why so?

I wouldn't know and yet... I know.

The question I ask is that is a perception at every contact or is for real???

I felt it... a small gesture. Pressure on the side of my arm.

I felt it....a holding of the hand a little longer than required.

I felt it....the pressure of the thumb at the back of my hand.

Some fleeting touches ignite a passion or stir an emotion where some just feel warm

and are easy to let go.

To live is to connect and a connect that evokes emotion is all that really counts.

Living in isolation we all long for the connect... a true connect... one that makes us

happy. Not pleasant... genuinely happy.

That touch is to treasure forever.

Hello Sun....its me...Flower!!

Every morning I got up, I looked up and there he was...
the Sun...shining bright, smiling down at me.
As I saw him come alive, I came alive.
It made me want to burst with colour and fragrance.
I would puff up myself, face it and then smile.
I would give me best smile...every time.

The days the sun was hidden behind clouds...or the nights
when the moon would shine,
I would still remember its warmth and glow and it would make me
wrap myself around me with its memories and still smile.

I began to believe the sun came out only for me.
I presumed that I was the reason it shone so bright.
I assumed that just to see me smile, it put out its warmth and love.

That is ...until I found out ...it was not.
The realization saddened me.
I began to shrivel day by day.
My fragrance began to fade.
And I endeavoured to wrap my self helplessly within myself.
I realized I was not that special to him.
His love was free for all and not for one.
I was ashamed to be presumptuous...
I was embarrassed to puff up and burst with happiness...
I looked around now and saw how I must look.

I died that night....and the last thought in my mind was
maybe I should at least say it out loud what I felt...
So I said... Hello Sun....its me...Flower....I love you....Thank you!!!

starz....

When the stars came out to play
in the playground of the inky dark skies.

The clouds decided to tease the stars
they held hands and made the earth shiver.
Diming and hiding the stars' shiny glory.

The stars tried their best,
dodging in and out.
Twinkling at best.
They danced around in the skies.

This is an eternal game they have played
since ever...

Then comes out the moon...
in its full glory ...on its chariot of shiny white light.

The moon became the referee between the starz and clouds,
It pushed the clouds away and gave the starz their fair
time to shine and shine till the sun
came to chase them all away and
take over his rightful place in the sky.

The sun made the clouds melt away
and outshined the starz.
The moon quitely shyed away.

No one argued with the sun,
they all took a step back,
quietly,
bidding their time.
When the sun will tire and retire for the day,
then they would come back,
to play their eternal game...of
hide and seek.