Strangers from two paths
Meeting in a common destination
Walking together to
A new path of friendship
Getting closer knowing each other
Giving a new meaning to the relationship
Naming it as love
Hands yearning to hold
Becoming two bodies and one soul
With a divinity of value for love

Never can I stop my pen
From writing about rain
One drop, two drops, three drops
Goes on my words like
A flow of heavy rainfall
Drenching the paper with
Ink of black and blue
Mesmerising the hearts
With my words like a breezy rain
Rain, rain come again
Make me happy once again

Black butterfly flirting
With an elegant red rose
White rose turning pale
With a fire of jealousy
Green leaves giggling
With a blush of shy
Yellow butterfly comes fluttering
With the right to kiss
His Beloved, the red rose
Awaiting with her eyes closed
White rose seen smiling
With a carefree look
At the black butterfly!

Strictly prohibited heart
Himself being the lock
Has to be opened one day
With a key of its match
Came out with a key of love
Me the suitable match
Unlocking his heart of stone
With a delicate touch of smile

Seeing me in the mirror of his eyes
With a smiling face of clarity
Sinking in the charisma of his eyes
With a ***** skin of purity
Closing of those eyes in mortality
No more of this reflecting imagery!

Green shrubs decorated with lights of fireflies
Toddlers of flowers singing and dancing
Celebrating the anniversary of kinder garden
Mother night blessing them with delight
Joining them the moon in flight

Dazzling silver plate floating in water
Running towards it to make it mine
Making my dinner special
My hands reaching it with a zest
Oh! Misunderstood moon for a silver plate !