on love and about love...
When you try to settle Your heart ...On the dark nights ...Peeking her ....All your butterflies Fly higher than Those skies to sense Her smile....
The way it fell downFrom the red eyes toThe lips to a Smile
The music that croonsOf some thoughtsHave someSmiles of night toWipe all that fails
They hit you differently When you can relate them
Like a flowerShe smelt And like a snowHe melt Like a star She glewand like a nightHe felt
There's a little Little hope in Every strare onThe stars And even aSecret wish That we love To make us smileLike staring at Them.
May be a Hundreds of nightsAnd thousands of Moments we Cross through...Still we have The shade of thoseMemories, Lighting inside Again and again.
Her beauty is not Just a dew on tip of a grassShe's like a Glacier floating On the ocean...It melts out the Miseries spread through .With all herSmiles I admire and love .
Every smile that peep out of a raindropFalling on face, just travels time Distant than i ever thought about..And, lines that rose are beautiful As like she was... She, the sculptor of the versesCan certainly make no mistake..When she chooses the canvas For her poetic drizzles...And some fantasies full of letting go,Graces me.But, a line, that was all...A line..Of being her or her thoughts.
She was glittering on,Rooting me.A contemporary masterpiece made ofHer own deep rooted beautiness.She was equivalent to the first sip of tea,The last bite of freshly homemade cookie,Submerged feet on coldest day of a yearThe snap crackles and pops echoed from within, a burst of smile.The subtle whiffs of her lovely conditioned hair .. dancing with wind making everything leftout and to feel the breeze.An incessant recreation of her lovelyVoice makes every music ,a mere shout..Her radiant eyes flash every sadness And pen down all smiles of her... To be.Just thinking of her Is what enough to Let a night passaway...