Beauty – poem

John Keats once said,
“A thing of beauty is a joy forever”,
But what joy would it bring if
It is hidden underneath?

One has to walk in beauty
Like night and never hide.
So come with me my love and let us Explore, the beauty hidden underneath.

For a thing of beauty is indeed a joy,
Always and forever.

 

You

 

You are my happy memory of the past,

The joyful moment of the present,

And the hope and promise of the future..

 

 

 

 

Backside

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Sealed
But real.
Hidden by,
Behind doorsteps.
Uncanny and deep;
Cloistered and undisclosed.
Affectionately indeed.
Yearning, for freedom one day soon
Enclosed longer, out in the open.
Reflection of a light behind no more.

Sincerely

                                             I
                                      Felt your
                                   Eyes on fire
                       Burned through my veins.
                         The touch of your skin,
                      Encroaching down my chin.
                       I savor your sweet kisses,
                       Zizzling I need to surrender.
              The enduring embrace swept oh dear.
          I longed for each, you’re sweet fondle of care,
            Wanting longer for more, you smile I gaze,
                    Moving gently I sigh like in daze.
                   The words unspoken I know dear.
                        Beating in great resonance,
                              I remembered at once.
                               These and all in there
                                    Sincerely yours
                                          You are
                                            Loved.

P.S.

I read a poem written by a very talented Amit Raman, which according to him the form was inspired by another gifted blogger Geetha B (check out their sites too)…. and in return, I was inspired to write in the same form too. Amit and Geetha B, thanks so much for bringing up a very beautiful form like this.

I have been in the blogging world for a while and I am enjoying, at the same time learning a lot…

xoxo,
Mich

Lullaby

as the stars descent upon the dark sky

a lullaby can be heard

let the deliciously warmed milk

put you to sleep

and its scent put you to ease

with her gentle hand patting your soft hair

may you fall asleep with mother’s care.

p.s

a poem written by my 13 year old daughter. what do you guys think? let me know.

afternoon rain

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afternoon rain….lovingly pouring.

afternoon rain….sensationaly exciting.

afternoon rain….sincerely moving.

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afternoon rain….remembering you.

afternoon rain…seeing you.

afternoon rain…loving you.

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afternoon rain…loving you till the end.

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