Love, keeps going on… as waves
Since my dawn until dusk
It varies from time to time
And flows as if capricious stream
No matter profane, pious
Exciting or mundane it lies
What matters is its plight
To capture heat of heart as well
Inception started while at womb
Love and passion for my mom
She returns unselfish love
Mixed with milk of care and love
Then I gone fallen for
Vibrant bright colours and lights
Curiously I reached them
And procured them for tranquil bliss
Later, I fallen for mates
Lovely guiltless peer play mates
I don’t recall their dear names
But their faces and ridicules
Adolescence tinted pinky shades
On my cheeks and dreaming eyes
My smile, appeal gives that clue
That I enjoyed those revering loves
Then I lost myself in love
With tracks of books and fairy tome
It continued till I gone
Crazy on something else
Soon I fell in love with her
My passionate love to nature too
Short lived even, it flamed in
And faded with growing insights
In my youthsome days I fell
Love with those ideologies
Still it persist in my life
Though battered are its corners
Then you see me in a feel
Tied up with tiny offspring
You can be get assured that
I am in deep love with them
Now you notice me in love
Love in scribbling verse for you
Be confirmed to that sheer truth
I love play, with these syllables
What is next to get in Love
In this life further more
Something it will be sure...
Fate will make me get near
I take in that benign truth
Love thus continues in life…
And make me love my dear life
Till I hear my dear death knell
Sandhya
06.07.2009
wow..carved with beautiful thoughts deep words...deep thoughts... love is flowing.. like waves rushing to shore as always.. lovely write... 10+++ lovelots, maia
the great mother of kamala, Balamaniamma also keeps a love Later, I fallen for mates Lovely guiltless peer play mates I don’t recall their dear names But their faces and ridicules
always poem did speak some times innerconscience......... let your poem blossom and spread fragrance........ fine write........
always poem speak innerconscience....... let your poem blossom and spread fragrance........ your poem is too fine.............
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
you nicely picture the growth of love in you Sandhya...pleasing poem to read...thanks...10