If Sky is my way,
And Rainbow is my chariot,
Where Sun and Moon will be the torch of my chariot,
Clouds as the feathers of my chariot,
And Wind as the fuel of my chariot,
Now I can flight everywhere like an omnipresent;
To find out my lover,
As I dont know where she is-
and she doesn't know that I Love her.
But I'll gift her the glowing stars-
as diamonds on her crown..
Hope flies in this poem up above the sky high. Yikes! in the fantasy world has no limitations. I wonder the way poet has stretched his imagination with this poem where he flew the Utopian world and lived in the realm of thoughts. 'To find out my lover as I dont know where she is and she doesn't know that I Love her. But I'll gift her the glowing stars as diamonds on her crown.. ' A noble thanks for your imagination and red carpet welcome to the poet jot-down few more poems like this. Dear Vipins I will give my smile take it and smile. :) :) :) :)
Love makes us dream nobly. Love causes us to sacrifice. And in our dreams, as well as in reality, love is a mystery. You've made good use of imagery to help get your message across. Good job.
she doesn't know that I Love her. this beauty of love.... nice lines and good composittion...10
Awesome! its really a poetic heart. i will also gift you the glowing stars.
So heavenly Vipins! There is the celestial light haloing your love.Stupendous.
Some lucky girl is waiting for the star bangle chariot you paint with words...glowing poem indeed...regards
You roam in your chariot with glowing stars in your hand to give your love whose whereabouts you don't know. Don't worry friend. Lord Hanuman will trace her out and bring her to you. Skyhigh imagination!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
beautiful....your dream will come true one day.