My letter... Hariye jaoa The old brown book(my diary) Erasmos....... Peace.....

Serenity..........speaks.....


Ur heart makes be feel embraced.......

Being with u makes me feel secured;
Ur lovely words woos me gently....
U have become my everything slowly and steadily................
Days turned into a year;minutes turned to hours..
Feeling your presence,coaxes me every moment..
The divinity of Ur essence, marks your scintillating presence......
Bluely night and star studded heaven;
Is something being Nature driven....
The beauty of the soul,the childish innocence...
Paves the way towards the matured resonance......
Willingness of the moment praise;is something like traipse.....
Cool and composed wintry night;night of right and might.....
Morning raises a question for every soul, with an empty bowl...
The mist,and dew,the frosty gleam still holds the question....

'Who are you,an empty winter evening,a lonely night or a star studded horizon???'

Echoes an answer 'I am a maiden a Beautiful Lonely Maiden"

4 comments:

Unknown said...

hmm...1st half n 2nd half of d poem seems irrelevant to me.

anne said...

its sunmthing called the metaphor....

Unknown said...

hmm, r u kinda comparing two things?

anne said...

yess,,metaphor means abstract comparison....

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