A thousand frogs!

A thousand frogs must I kiss
to find my gorgeous prince...
or must I await my sweetheart
to awaken me with a lingering kiss?

Should I let my hair down
and let him climb into my heart...
O' must I be trapped in this beastly life
and await the coming of my true love?

Love, love and more love...
will there be anything more that I'll ever need?
A thousand frogs must I kiss
to find my charming prince?

18/11/14

कुछ सवाल

कुछ सवालों के जवाब, सवाल ही क्यूँ होते हैं

उन सवालों के जवाब खोजने होते हैं ...

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The Night

The night, she languors gloriously
her veil has hid the light.
She is made of dreams
and stardust, this sparkly sprite!

Her eyes, myriad pools aglow
they hypnotize and delight.
From her lips, the nectar flows
the elixir of life excite.

She hums her enchanting spell
one cannot escape without a fight.
The mighty Hercules, Orion, the Great Bear...
guard her fortress tight.

In her cloak, she beckons them
the tired souls, the trite.
She nurses them in her arms
and makes them feel alright.

Her bosom heaves in mild waves
her tresses entangle quite.
The calm, it settles upon her children
- ever so slight.

In her womb, the dreams are born
ready to take flight.
They dance upon the eyelids
some placid, some give a fright!

An angel, a nurturer, a lover
a seductress, a cunt, I cite.
O' she's all that and more...
it depends, how you view her tonight.

06/11/14