With eyebrows raised
With sneer, they jibe at me
Why, a grandma and
your writings pour teenage love........
To them my reply is
Should the heart also rust along with time?
Won't the warmest, pretty thoughts
shield your heart against Time's decay....
The beauty is only then felt,
The rhythm is only then heard,
The melody is only then hummed,
This magical emotion is the boon to live! !
The sensitive senses will wake up,
The touch- me- not touches will spark,
The heedless ears will listen
to the sweet music of the heart! !
Yes, I feel love at my every look...
The sun, the moon, the air I breathe, the fragrance of blossoms, the soil I tread on
All fill me with joy immense! !
Can there be life without love?
It should ooze from all the senses of your body..
Like a baby I wonder at all the colours...
The colours of life, the colours of nature,
The seen and unseen sights,
The heard and unheard thoughts,
The curiosity then perks my pleasure! !
I drink this nectar everyday
to keep me immortal from Time's tide.
The thrill of life will be with you then always
and your smile will mirror the feel you feel! !