Who has not crossed the bridge of emotions?
Which keeps on flickering?
Day and night like the beautiful stars
Twinkling in the sky,
I am not a poet yet....
Nor I am inborn poet.
Nor with any special talent driving me to be a poet.
Just picked few words of dew drops
The first showers of rain when it sprays on the earth
As if the earth eagerly waiting to quench its thirst
It Spread the aroma of love all around
Which Knocked my heart and felt as if new love was born.
Often I portray myself as bright and cheerful,
For it's my art of sketching me bold and beautiful.
While drawing a sketch I hide all my dark colors and
While walking through the fields
Along with you on no moon night
I never knew
I would be traveling all alone
Your every untold words spoke of love.
Your visuals spoke of love in silence.
I felt each words poured from your heart.
I can feel your presence somewhere nearby.
'Life cannot be without any ripples
Ripples may not be without breeze
Breeze may not be without trees
Trees cannot be without soil
Ink Of Rosiness!
Travelers of unknown time
Walked several steps with rhyme
A beautiful flower of peace shone bright
Along with the morning sun rise full of light
But a naughty bee came to sting the flower
As jealousy crept in its eyes
You entered in my life,
As a soft spoken person,
With fantastic poems.
Slowly and slowly,