She smiles.. her cheeks glow,
She reminiscent…her eyes glow,
She sings… her emotions glow,
She rests… engulfed in her glow.
There is a Song Playing
There is a Song Playing……….by Vishesh
There is a song playing,
…..Audible to ears that listen,
…..Visible to eyes with vision,
…..Mingling with steps in stride.
Here is a song I hear,
…..Melody in rustling leaves,
…..Ballard in swaying blossoms,
…..Applause in whistling winds.
Yes…there is a song playing,
…..Set on the stage of silence,
…..Rests on the lyrics of silence,
…..Silence within and over us.
Yes…there is a song playing,
Truth
To be or not to be
…. is a moment of truth.
To see or to perceive
… is a moment of revelation.
To hear or to listen
… is a moment of realization.
To be or not to be
… is a moment of truth.
Poems Unwritten…. Stories Untold
Poems Unwritten…. Stories Untold….by Seema
Heart may fail to find….
Another heart that strikes the cord with yours
Eyes may fail to twinkle…
At the desires that glittered like jewels
Conditional relationships may demand…
To adjourn penning poems and stories
And Yet as always we…
Wake up to a new dawn..
With hope and wish to set aside …
Tranquil moments through the day
To pen down and narrate…
Poems unwritten and sorties untold
How Long….
How long is from bud to bloom,
How long is from wish to desire,
How long is from thought to action,
That’s how long for heart and mind,
To realize the passion of heart in mind
Not Me
You express your adoration..
In the twinkle in your eye..as a star,
In the gleam of moon.. on a dark night,
In the dance of a flame.. as a lone candle,
In the vision of a bloom..as a feast for sight,
In a heart brimming with affection…
Yet you say… “Not Me” !!!
She Wanted to Die..
She wanted to die…
Life for her seemed a lie.
She announced when, she would die.
Her kith & kin chided , assuming as lie.
Soaring soul sees her body and embalmed,
Shedding tears her kith & kin, they stand.
Learning love in her family and friends
Learning love in their subtle emotions
Earnestly she requests for life over death,
Earnestly she wakes up for life…with life.
The Buoyant Appreciation
The Buoyant Appreciation…by Shivani
Your composition on appreciation,
Makes me write back in appreciation.
Words that pullback at dreaded times,
Words that shine bright at darkest times,
Words that show light at hopeless times,
Words that beam life at sinister times.
Appreciation of effort … regardless of result.
Appreciation of time…. regardless of fruit.
Your composition on appreciation,
Makes me write back in appreciation.
Who is she
She sees you in her…who is she
She speaks in voice within…
She walks your path in stride..
She concludes your untold tales…
She sees you in her…who is she
She shares your soul’s realm
She speaks your soul’s speculations
She sees you in her… who is she
She is the soul within u
Knew
Mind games and the games bees play,
Mind not.. for games not here to stay.
Empty empathy offers console,
Emphatic empathy kindles reason.
Reason knows changes are constant,
Reasoning knew throbbing heart awaits the bloom.