Friday, July 3, 2009
The curve of her smile- The crescent moon's isle; The sound of her laugh- a few flowers broke, bloomed & coughed- love is bliss.
In the silence of the night, I am in bliss. The symphony of her voice - thy music. My love - the crescendo of thy orchestra.
No I am not a poet. It's just that my heart overflows with so much love seeing her smile that it cant help but rant a bit.
The soul music-
The curve of her rainbow earlobes jingling with the dance of the dew drop earrings is music,life,reason & treason to my soul.
My love is a solitary lass. Wither it will not; Tethered with hopes; I will wait; a few seconds or a few centuries makes no difference.
Dew drops few; on the green leaves new; grinned to yew; with sun shine skew; Just born dawn sparkled & smiled.
It drizzled & then drenched- rainbows rained- She blushed & brushed spectra amok. Picasso's & Van Gogh's failed miserably in vain.
Guys, these are a few poems that I tweeted a while ago. & no these do not form any rhyming patterns. They are just a few wild thoughts put together. Hope U guys like them.