A poem for Zara

Sleep my fur baby,for you are loved, in a way that none else have ever been.

Play my fur baby, for you are loved, and i will always,always let you in.

Run my fur baby, for you are loved; then rest your soft head on my lap.

Peace my fur baby, for you are loved, and I will watch guard as you nap.

Grow my fur baby, for you are loved.Grow older,stronger,gladder every day.

Fear not  my fur baby,for you are loved.Even when you have to one day go your way.

Zara, a photo by gomagoti on Flickr.

Stellar Guru

Stellar guru

green and gold

when are you going

to learn to grow old

gracefully girl?

without a fight?

you should now know

what is wrong

from what’s right.

-Sarah Ahmed

Zach

Thorns may hurt you

men desert you

sunlight turn to fog;

but you’re never friendless,

ever,

if you have a dog.

-Douglas Mallock

the Zara song

DSC_7287, a photo by gomagoti on Flickr.

I love you! I love you!

What more’s there to say?

I love you much more than sunlight loves the day.

I love you much more than the birds love the spring.

You make my heart stutter you make my heart sing.

I love you more than sticks and stones,balls and bones.

I know you love me more than feasts,beasts or tomes.

I love you forever you have my whole heart.

I’ll love you from now until death do us part.

When we meet again you know that you will see.

The person still loving you mist will be me.

-Zara Shabnam Patel.

desert rose

desert rose, a photo by gomagoti on Flickr.

I dream of rain

I dream of gardens in the desert sand

I wake in vain

I dream of love as time runs through my hand

I dream of fire

Those dreams that tie two hearts that will never die

And near the flames

The shadows play in the shape of  man’s desire

This desert rose

Whose shadow bears the secret promise

This desert flower

No sweet perfume that would torture you more than this

And now she turns

This way she moves in the logic of all my dreams

This fire burns

I realize that nothing’s as it seems

I dream of rain

I dream of gardens in the desert sand

I wake in vain

I dream of love as time runs through my hand

I dream of rain

I lift my gaze to empty skies above

I close my eyes

The rare perfume is the sweet intoxication of love

I dream of rain

I dream of gardens in the desert sand

I wake in vain

I dream of love as time runs through my hand

Sweet desert rose

Whose shadow bears the secret promise

This desert flower

No sweet perfume that would torture you more than this

Sweet desert rose

This memory of hidden hearts and souls

This desert flower

This rare perfume is the sweet intoxication of love

-Sting