Sunday, November 21, 2010

Far off from Felicity

Felicity knocked on my door
She tapped, tapped the window pane
I tried to unlock the front
The latches were a tight cluth.
She knocked too desperate
I could not let her in
Her sweet lips arched in sorrow
I am helpless and she kept at aloof,
Her sorrow was mine
Lest she did not understand.
I, the unfortunate was blessed
To find new happiness but lost
So rigid, to open and felicity in
She flew away where she could be easily let in
While I arched my lips in worry.

Wednesday, November 10, 2010

happiness

Happiness is in the anticipation. It the sense of wanting, the desire, the lacking and hope lest it should slip away from your groping hands...It is when you long for something, there is pleasure and fear whether it would reach you...
'The same thrill can be said of love' – lines so true from the 'Third Wife' an African Story.