vividly those serene eyes,
emotion in them
Yes, miles away
your voice distinct,
a cry is heard.
I want to be your fragrant musk,
I want to be that soft breeze that gently touches your soul,
I want to be that fire, which enflames your heart,
I want to bathe in the ocean of your passions,
The flood of recession
has shaken the foundation
of house of hope,
built on land of optimism
I will touch you as
breeze touches the tender leaves
or water touches a shoal of fish
I was just an innocent
Caught in a whirlpool of puerile dreams,
Every second I spent with you,
Really was a dream come true.
God the creator
The morning dawns,
with the pellucid rosy tint on the buds,
The rustle of the perfunctory cool breeze, .
awakens the birds and the bees.
Romantic rains falls
Sky leans on the earth to give
mouth watering kiss