Eyes

I had never met you
You had never met me
Our eyes cross each other
and we know:
You want to know me,
I want to know you.
What loyal masters are our eyes
Welcoming beauty to our lives
Every single day.

Peace

I have been longing for you,
You kept running away,
Whenever you decided to stay,
Someone or something stole you away,
Now you are here,
I am here,
and I know how precious you are,
No more doubts,
I am not giving you away,
Not ever again,
My dear inner Peace.

Lucky Seven

We met on the seventh of a month in 07.
I thought "Seven is a lucky number".
We met seven times.
It was the seventh of another month when you said goodbye.
I thought "Seven is a lucky number"!

The Road Not Taken

I used a phrase from Robert Frost's famous poem, for the title of my blog. Thus, my first post would introduce this poem to you.

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
and sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair,
and having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Through as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I--
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.

-Robert Frost(1874-1963)