You're the past I craved for.
The present I adore.
The future I want.
I love you.

Should the sun ever express
How it feels to give its light to every being
How it loves to see, the children in parks
With sparkling eyes
The river and the sea, with a golden sheen
The motes that freely float in every beam
Does the sun beams a knowing smile and feels alive
When it sees and feels the new leaves
Gaining strength and growing big
Under its warmth and care
Should it ever say and quietly express
How happy it feels every day
To rise and be awake
And give hope to every being
And the tiny leaves
Gaining strength, growing tall
The trees softly speak
As the lush leaves shimmer and shine
Giving shelter and home to the birds and the bees
The sun knows its worth
And knows what it is to rise and shine
And give hope to every being

A lone neon lamp

Lights up the deserted street

The dark night retreats

Love; an emotion from Adam's provenance,
settled in hearts for eternal governance!

Love; a subject of choice, exist's in genuine lives.

Love; picks the lucky few,
rules hearts from yearning nights to morning dew!

Love; a composition of the heart,
knowing the notes is an unparalleled art.

Love; is a mixed feelings matter,
only time makes it better!

Love; seeks no validation,knows no bounds,
needs no information.

Love; fills every single void,
making each moment a memory to be enjoyed!

Love; happens when least expected,
lives in the minds and captures the heart when eyes are met.

Love; follows no rules,
least that can be studied with any tools!

Love; shows patience, yet cannot be fooled.

Love; fuels the body and true love fuels the soul,
Consumed within as a whole!

Love; is lost to love alone,
only to rise as a phoenix to reach another milestone.

Love; is poor and it is rich,
the only constant to enrich!

Love; journeys through life into infinity,
to be blessed by the Holy Trinity.

© Mrunalini.D.Nimbalkar

Silent whispers
Purple spoke to pink
Lavender winked
Somewhat convinced
Sugar red hibiscus
From his bed of green
Sprung into the conversation
With purple and pink
Yellow blush
Nine o clocks
Had to attend the briefing
By the sun
In his next meeting
The flowers seemed not to be in a rush
All, recently bloomed
They had moments enough  
To live
They tried to make the most of it
Under the rays of the sun