written at the death of gran....I DO LIKE FEEDBACK YA KNOW!!! SO SPARE SOME TIME>

The waterfalls sufferng cascaded upon me.
I could not swim beneath its teary depths.
Whirlpools of emotions encircled my limbs-
and carried me away with the currents..
Heavy, sodden, wet and crying I surcumbed my free-will, to those
more aged and wisened than I.
And prayed to the gods and the keepers of destiny
that my fate be no more mild then these.
I too want to watch time pass me by-and lie
Limbs enfolded with neptunes silky embrace.
Star-crossed lines upon my palm.
I am not afraid of thee.
Even the most gnarled tree trunks, hold gems of truth and
Fruitful destiny, entwined between the folds of wood.
Etched circle lines all voicing a story.

Wrinkles and lines upon my face will only add to the twinkled laughter that you see today-dancing in my eyes. Catching the lisped secrets in the night, and dancing away to those silent melodies, chains of gods, released from my feet.

Yaar samajah nahi ayee... mari angrazi kamzoor hai.....