KiNSMeG

KINSMEG 

i dream not of an angeL

but of a FRiEND – fragiLe and true;

nor of a goddess

but of a sky who smiLes and frowns.

Though she at time demands

often does she gives.

Not goLd coins nor jewels

but sunshine and rainbow that tickLes.

As GRACEFUL as butterfLy is her eyes Language

And so pLeasant that she breaks siLence

that even siLence itseLf adores

the very dear avatar of

truth and Lies..

of pain and joy..

For she is, afteraLL, she and you -

a tyro, would soon

understand what i mean..

kinsdave

It’s nice how people regard you as something special to them

and how amazing it is that by sharing each others lives, makes

both parties interact and develop languages that even just by

glance they knew each other inside out.

I’m gifted with artistic and poetic friends. just as the above poetry expresses how my kinsdave delivers my significance to her life.

Things like this are the reasons why i still move on with life inspite of the hundreds of adversities and difficult circumstances.