Its Christmas! Its Christmas!
The skies have early said,
As the winter brings the bliss
Of berries blue and red;
The dew that chanted the tale of his birth
Gleamed in the palm of the lotus leaf;
The flower which stood for his grace on earth
Spread their aroma to void all grief;
Its Christmas! Its Christmas!
The skies have early said,
As the winter brings the bliss
Of berries blue and red;
Loud and clear, the skylark sings,
A cluster full of joy it brings;
Dancing in glee, the tulips many,
Clouds and mountains too join the symphony;
Its Christmas! Its Christmas!
The skies have early said,
As the winter brings the bliss
Of berries blue and red;
-Anil Kumar A R
Aug 28, 2014
Aug 28, 2014 at 10:49 AM UTC
Entangled I stood,
Amidst the paradise;
Gaping at all the flowers-
I staggered through;
Touching a bud I whispered your name,
Exquisite! It bloomed for me;
Waiting for nothing
I ripped the flower;
As destination being you,
Took a marathon;
And reached you in sight
Seeing me in your eyes,
Proposed the gift
With my heart telling,
I LOVE YOU
Aug 26, 2014
Aug 26, 2014 at 1:53 PM UTC
Wait! Wait! Inside it screams
When slowly you fade, off my sight
Flashing and screening all the dreams-
On the lane, where you and me unite ;
Though it knows, I’v made my domain,
The strawberry-shaped ***** feels the pain,
As far and far you proceed away,
It glances and glances all your way;
“Magic” it rustles, but knows it’s real
For I’m rolled, in patience and love;
And in that awe, your paean I compile
This shows my gay, to the beauty I bow:
Lining the clouds, it sees your smile,
That fog I dream, and wade a mile.
Aug 26, 2014
Aug 26, 2014 at 1:45 PM UTC
The day, I still remember-
When you captured my heart
On a cloudy phase of October,
That made my life, as your part;
I melted on the whole,
As your beauty locked my soul;
Little did I think
Of closing my eyes to blink.
Neither Shakespeare nor can Wordsworth-
Aptly verse your elegance
Which took me off the earth,
And routed all my sense.
Following your footsteps, allowing not to detract
Learnt all possible notes of hymns;
And at last, discovered the fact,
That our souls are the best synonyms.
Aug 26, 2014
Aug 26, 2014 at 7:13 AM UTC