I am quite happy to have a guest poet here at the blog — my friend Tejal Jhaveri Moen.

Enjoy “Don’t Touch My Soul.”

Don’t Touch My Soul
By Tejal Jhaveri Moen

The fairy dust settles
On my lashes,
Lightly, magically
Making me see
An optical illusion,
A reflection of love
Of which I seek.

The enchanting rose,
So maliciously sweet,
Touched my soul,
A most beautiful scar
Given by a single kiss.

A drop of blood
After the embrace of a
Most handsome thorn
Is cherished yet grieved.
The sadness and beauty of life —
Which am I to believe?

(c)  Tejal Jhaveri Moen 2015