"MY DEAR Z, THE INSPIRER"
My Dear Zie, The Inspirer...

It’s been almost two months now
We’ve been together though with no vow..
Believe it or not…
Or even if you like it or not..
We have been so attached..
At least that’s what I feel deep inside..
I inspire you..?
Yeah Right..
You’ve inspired me, always, day and night..

In many ways, if not all, we just match..
You think so, or you don’t, only you and me can catch!!
Am I your female version..? My mind figures..
Or you might possibly be my male version, one triggers..

So caring and understanding you have been..
And the daring you, not that I’ve not seen..
Above all, you are YOU and non other..
Zie or Gee, or even ‘Syg’ as per MD
It doesn’t matter....
For as long as God consented..
Kib here.. writing in vain and conceited..
We remain together, if not forever, at least for now
Coz’ (I feel and I believe) we’ve been put together without VOW.

Sincerely
Kib

BREEZIE - FROM S

Dearest Zie,

I wrote this some three years back or more. I didn't send it cos events took a different turn but its been too long gathering cobwebs and I need to do some spring cleaning. Rightly it is yours so here it is. I dont own it anymore.

I accept now that I cant be your soul mate or even a friend or a brother but I trust we can be the bestof colleagues or work mates ...if we try.

Thanks for the love and memories...May God bless you in in all ways and may He protect you at all timesand give you peace, InsyaAllah!

Smiles and cheers.

S wrote...

A breeze blows
and it cools my face
it is gentle on my senses
and soft on my soul
as it rustles thru the trees
I hear a voice so soothing
I listen to a wisdom so profound
I capture stories so cleverly weaved
and get drawn into a melodic
though sometimes melancholic -refrain
the breeze breathes a life
that seeks solace
pursues peace and whispers of love everlasting
and as naturally as the breeze blows
you drifted into my life
to share your cheer and woes
but where does the breeze go
after it passes through?
Does it return to a humble heart?
or to some wilderness in space?

It doesnt matter and never mind
Writers and others have names
for their winds and for their hurricanes,
their cyclones and their typhoons
for this breeze
I have mine
and tho it may not mean much to anyone but me
I call it bree-zie!