To the people of *HELLO POETRY *

For all the poems i write
My mind goes on wide
It starts searching
For the perfect lines
My feelings get life
And chance to live it
With you guys
For all the reactions i receive
Makes me soo happy
You never gonna believe
And the likes you give me
That turns little heart there
Black to red
That shiny red
Fill me with zest
Its a place of your lovely writes
Where feelings flow
And gives me amazing ride..

Pine trees sway in the bitter cold wind,
And Jack Frost has come to stay,
Always to the earth be kind;
Whether at night or day.

Snowdrops awaken from their sleep in a bed of snow,
And bluebells awake with jewels of sparkling dew,
And through the trees sweet breezes blow;
And daisies wake anew.

*~Marian~

Night was ruled
by deceit, every moment,
deepening shadows moved
with poisionous intentions,
knives of sharp lights
they hid behind their back.

An  authoritarian owl,
angrily kept threatening its opponents,
by repeatedly stabbing
the silence of the night,
with his shocking  hoots.

When the cadaverous moon
slyly came out of cloud thickets,
trotting foxes hiding
behind gravestones,
made intermittent eerie howls,
lacerating the dark muteness.

A mighty night bird,
off and on, drew its shadow,
across the moon's surface,
but never felt satisfied

The barking dogs
all at once stopped,
and created panic.
Like death knell,
wind made noises,
on the foliage of trees.

A dejected lover,
wrote a melancholy note,
spilling out sad thoughts,
in the faint light
of a dying oil lamp.

An adulterous woman,
impatiently waited
near her half opened window,
looking out for
her midnight paramour,
who never keeps time as promised.

The night stood still,
spreading its serpent hood,
listening to million secret sounds
watching everything,
without batting an eyelid.

Lavenders Awake,
Marigolds Strech Their New Leaves,
The Withered Rose Grins

Creepers, snaking in a frenzy
go up on the red  brick wall,
crowded and so full,
an organization, amazing
of its own, how thrilling
to watch them create
the rhythm of life!
Its a weave, so thick
braided together
in so many ways,
my eyes, like honey drunk bees,
refuse to come back,
the flowers, the whole lot
are charming and with full of nectar.
What a fragrance,it spreads,
never experienced this before,
I get a feeling of hovering high
in the air,
**these creepers have a secret code,
to transport me to another world,
up one goes on the wings of that fragrance,
never wants to come back.