Travelers of unknown time
Walked several steps with rhyme
Build the bridges with droplets of ink
Traces of which remained lastingly in their hearts.
Perhaps the morning rays flows from her thoughts
Mingles with the fragrance of fresh page slots
She sighed on seeing the setting rays of fall
Verses knitted in twilight spilled from her heart.
She gathered words that slipped from her palms
With stream of petals she weaves garland
When the ink leaves its imprint
Feathers drizzles on someone's heart!
Ink that drizzled from her pen beautified themselves
Passion never dies as they enlighten the bookshelves!
© 2016 Geetha Jayakumar. All rights reserved.
Aug 2, 2017
Aug 2, 2017 at 9:53 AM UTC
Travelers of unknown time
Walked several steps with rhyme
Build the bridges with droplets of ink
Traces of which remained lastingly in their hearts.
Perhaps the morning rays flows from her thoughts
Mingles with the fragrance of fresh page slots
She sighed on seeing the setting rays of fall
Verses knitted in twilight spilled from her heart.
She gathered words that slipped from her palms
With stream of petals she weaves garland
When the ink leaves its imprint
Feathers drizzles on someone's heart!
Ink that drizzled from her pen beautified themselves
Passion never dies as they enlighten the bookshelves!
© 2016 Geetha Jayakumar. All rights reserved.