My tiny princess

My tiny princess, tiny fingers and tiny toes,

Twitches and twirls, cogent forehead and expressive nose.

A crooked grin that distends in to an infectious beam,

You make us sing and frolic and segue in to day dream.

Eyes probe and answer, they seek and lure,

Purity glistens and all aches they cure.

Giggles and gaggles of debate,

You put to rest all the ideological prate.

My tiny princess, tiny fingers and tiny toes,

Bobbles and turns, joy is not elusive but a prose.

Rain Drops Rain Drops

Like a dream that saunters by, Like a vision that blurs reality.

Rain Drops Rain Drops, a million hopes that conjure a dreamy tapestry.

Like silhouettes of success faraway, like a laze that even affects gravity.

Rain Drops Rain Drops, a million tunes and one rhapsody.

Like a smell that lingers Long after, like a silken touch that emanicipates your  vanity.

Rain Drops Rain Drops, a million blushes attempting to smile freely.