Planned, not sorted!!

She expected great things out of their lives,
She wanted to paint their house together.
She bought some lamps and lights for it,
She wanted to get some rugs and some leather.
She planned this all and planned some more,
Ideas many, feelings galore.

Her thoughts of new, her thoughts of old,
One day she went to the market to research-
She liked this one, but the other one too,
Her heart couldn’t decide what first.

And just like that, after so much preparation,
Time went and one month passed.
And just like that another month passed
And more time rolled over.

Confused, she decided to revisit her plans,
Find out gaps, if any.
And this was when, it just struck her,
Though planning perfect, and sorting done,
In her life she still did not have a trustworthy ANY.

-Stuti

Dots connected…

A memory, a fairy tale
A thought process, a wish.
A hope, a despair,
The ecstasy, a bliss.

A girl, so pretty,
A feeling, so deep.
An idea, a nitty gritty,
Two tickets, one empty seat.

A prayer, so silent,
Yet wishes, each true.
The plight, so painful,
Each soul, paying his dues.

A friend, a listener,
His patience, a virtue.
Advice, so simple
And rules, bind you.

These words, little random,
But intention, rightly aligned.
Trust me, all dots connected,
One’ll get a story very very FINE.

-Stuti