Ink Stained Hands

You stared,

at your ink stained hands,

writing your life story on the page.

poem and image copyright neha 2015

 

Scribbling happiness

please click on original thank you! 🙂

forgottenmeadows

I scribbled happiness

on the palm of your hands

and held it close

to my heart

forever.

View original post

Scribbling happiness

I scribbled happiness

on the palm of your hands

and held it close

to my heart

forever.

 

 

Chasing Butterflies

I want to get lost in the quiet madness…

of unexplained happiness that I see in your eyes.

I want to get lost in the moment of no questions…

and forget the “hows” and the “whys”.

I want to get lost holding your hands,

as we chase the butterflies…

I want to get lost with you.

*free google image

 

 

I was once that faraway traveller…

I was once that faraway traveller,

Walking miles through distant lands,

I was once that hopeful dreamer,

Holding imagination in my hands…

I was once that summer breeze,

I was once that wild storm,

I was once that sun kissed sky,

And I once knew, where I was from…

now my home, lies in your heart.