Be my guest

All my life I have been 

finding fault with you:

your habits, your driving

your choice, your language

except your heart, warmth

and affection.

You give your best in cooking

and I in hosting.

Now time is running out.

All I can do is to host you.

Be my guest for a change.

Reaching....Out

I thought it was over and out.

My innings was over.

I would never come back to it.

Then it kept popping out of side walls.

Sometimes it jumped from the screen in front.

It took wings on a question - what do you do?

Reaching out is still an effort.

But even getting ready to do that

warms the cockles of the heart.

Walking on water

Image from made-in-china.com

I am stranded this side
not able to reach out
to him and to her;
you are already on
the other bank.
Did you acquire
the power of walking
on water?
Anything is possible
for you -
the milk of kindness
flows
through
your veins.
I check from
time to time
if my heart is
still in place.

In the making

Image by Tony MF from flickr.com/photos/ny/2194223982/

The fruit is in the making
even when
it is not seen.
Sometimes the wind
cheats
to blow the tiny one
away.
It could be the clouds
that play truant
to roast the young 'un.
Or the rains
that cause
an early fall.
If it lives to ripen
and fall into your lap
it is truly
Nature's gift.
A gift is not something
you earn by
the sweat of your brow.
It's from a love in the heart
to a heart in love.
Then life is in the making.