Love is illiterate...

Someone wrote on the door of the heart


“Please, do not enter.””

Love came smiling and said,

“Sorry, I am illiterate.”

It entered into the most hardened of hearts

Smiled sweetly and said, “I love you”.

It was shouted down with a string of abuses

Yet it kept smiling and said,

“Wow, I never heard any of these before. But surely, it seems you love me so much.

I just used three words and you kept going on and on.”

Irritated and flushed red, the hardened heart managed a smile and said,

“It’s not love. I was abusing you.”

Love became excited and jumping up and down said something one could never imagine,

“So you are blushing now and smiling back and say it isn’t love.”

Fuming with rage, the hardened heart caught hold of love.

But before it could say anything, Love chirped in,

“O’ so now you are holding me and I know you’ll never let me go.”

My HOPE

I can hear the sound of music

Flowing from the sun like the rays

O’ its taking me back again

To the memories of happy, happy days.

We used to play till the sun went down

Beckoning us to get back home

And tumbling down from the trees we felt

How quickly the time had flown.

The redness of the twilight and the gleam of the even’ lights

Spoke to our eyes and made us walk

It reminded us of the promise of the daily bread and wine

And gave the hope to wait for the rooster’s hark.

Those were the days of smile and warmth

Friendly hugs and togetherness

I can hear the sound of music bring a hope

A light into this world that’s in a mess.

I hope this music of peace and love

Rolls over and over and makes a way

Melts the darkness that surrounds us now

Brings back the joy that’s gone away.