Wandering across fallen leaves
Wilted by wandered love.. she heaves
Hurt by the act … bewildered by the fact
Here she is with heavy heart
Trailing like an aimless dart
Attempting to mend her broken heart
Illusion…
Weeps with wandering worries..as
Wailing heart despairs
Chaotic apprehensions expands..as
Disillusioned mind wanders
Myriad emotions on illusion surfaces..as
We Gather bits of wits and wisdom
Hear Your Voice….
Hear your voice… inside
Here there is no vice
Take every step… one at a time
See hurdles stackup as steps.
Bless your heart’s zest and zeal
Naturally accepting gloom and glee
Chosen few are cared for special
O! Chosen one, special we care
Worries
Wither not at snarling worries ,
Wilt not at scary worreis .
Dreams come alive in worries,
Desires morph as acts in worries.
Soar with dreams to trash your worries,
Soul with dreams shall slash your worries.
Glance
Fleeting glance
………of strangers gaze,
Freezes her
……..in the timeless daze .
Pins her heart
………on flaming passion,
Pens her heart
……….on a floating pad.
Prints
Foot-prints of time,
Unseen but not unnoticed.
Foot-steps in time,
Unravels the unseen.
Beauty
Depiction of this beauty in detail,
Describes the beauty in the beholder.
Concept of beauty varies with perception,
Conceptualization of beauty remains with each reception.
As Keats exquisitely expresses in Endymion,
A thing of beauty is a joy for ever .
A thing of beauty is a joy for ever.
Harsh Tunes
The lane laden with shady trees,
Gave no hint of the ruthless vast ahead.
Shocked was I, as the traveler,
Scorched by the sight that lay ahead.
I tremble and quiver with the leaves,
As they wither off dry and parched.
Worn put by flute of time,
Frayed by each passing moment in time.
Such harsh tunes that nature plays,..Perhaps
To hone us for the harsh tunes that nature plays.
Glow
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,