Your skin glows like the strawberry,
blossoms adorable as the may lily in the purest hope of spring.
My heart follows your flute voice and leaps like a squirrel at the whisper of your name.
The evening floats in on a great sparrow wing.
I am comforted by your smile that I carry into the twilight of sunbeams
and hold next to my eyes.
I am filled with hope that I may dry your tears.
As my eyes fall from my , it reminds me of you .
In the quiet, I listen for the last of the day.
My heart leaps to my joy.
I wait in the moonlight for you so that we may as one,go
in search of the magnificence and mystical ways of love.
April 6, 2009
February 19, 2009
alive...no more!!!
This one is for all my classmates sitting close to me ,who must have noticed my continuous scribbling and that too using some seemingly alien symbols. Actually those alien symbols are the Russian alphabets and what i keep scribbling .....here is a sample of that...
When the colour of sky starts turning grey,
the time I am left with is just few days ,
spare me the pain ,which I might not bear,
me lying in peace,and you shedding tears...
Why get a big bouquet for me,
When I am no more around and able to see ,
you just got to let out a brief cold sigh,
utter my name and bid me bye....
Don't tell folks I was a saint,
Or anything you know I ain't ,
you've got stuff you feel must be said,
please let me know before i am dead...
If you have roses, bless your soul,
Just put them in my buttonhole,
But do it while I'm at my best,
Instead of when I'm safe at rest.
When the colour of sky starts turning grey,
the time I am left with is just few days ,
spare me the pain ,which I might not bear,
me lying in peace,and you shedding tears...
Why get a big bouquet for me,
When I am no more around and able to see ,
you just got to let out a brief cold sigh,
utter my name and bid me bye....
Don't tell folks I was a saint,
Or anything you know I ain't ,
you've got stuff you feel must be said,
please let me know before i am dead...
If you have roses, bless your soul,
Just put them in my buttonhole,
But do it while I'm at my best,
Instead of when I'm safe at rest.
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