Rustic Reflections

Archive for June 2009

she loves me..she loves me not
may be she is just waiting to give a nod
or may be she is just shy or thinks a lot
she loves me..she loves me not

her smile belies all my silly doubts
but sometimes drifts me in hazy clouds
may be she is also eager to tie the knot
she loves me..she loves me not

her love gives my dream, wings to fly high
but her cute fury gives my tummy, butterflies
may be i am just dumb to sense her winsome plot
she loves me..she loves me not..

flower

PS..The poetry is all in the anticipation, for there is none in reality” …Mark Twain