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

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

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.

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.