Wednesday, August 6, 2014

MELODIES OF LIFE









 

Melodies are sweet to hear!!

Their charming freshness makes us dulcet

Entering our heart like a shallow stream,

Crawling besides the mangroves

They reminds me a narrow breeze in my garden

Tickling the tender flowers and -

Carrying their fragrance to me

I am not a renowned composer of melody

But deep in my mind I have composed a melody

Which I wish to play for my audience

I have prepared the notes for my performance

Oh dear! They appears beautiful to me?

But……Are difficult to play in my piano

Still I am playing it with all my passion

Some may hate my composition

And a few may like it

I don’t bother them

Coz…

This is my composition!

And this is my own melody

I may play it in my own way;

The way that my audience like!

Coz they are the reason I am here

Time may change and

New composers may evolve

With new melodies and new ways

Audience may change

Until then I will play my melody

With my cute little piano

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COLOUR OF LOVE



          
  COLOUR OF LOVE
 

 
















Let us shade our divine love
With colors of immortal
A lover mumbled to her mate  
He looked around and pointed
Dear did you see those red roses?
Can we paint our love with those?
She looked at those roses and smiled
Sure they are splendid and cheerful
They remind me of you all times
But they are pagodas of a day
Falling out when the twilight arrives

Look at the those fire my beloved
She whispered into his ears
The color of fire is sizzling
Let our love glow like them
Their luminosity ripples our mind,
And we do crave for each other
He gazed at the fire and replied
They are in no way immortal
Their soul vanishes to dark ashes
As when their emotion perishes

Now that makes me sense my love
True Love has no colors in them
It takes the color of situation
At times it takes the color of rose
They wear the color of fire at times
But deep inside love is  clear crystal
Choosing the colors of our choice

If you are in love my dear friend
Never shade love with your brush
See the color it takes in the journey
And enjoy the drops of nectar it serves