Ounce and Ounce. The rose bush in my garden blossomed with pink. I have lost the count of beats my heart skips..I can run a mile for you. Does the green tree know the number of leaves it should bear for the drops that quenched its thirst? How many ounces of pink for this season?
I can only walk these ten steps towards you. I can only shed three tears. Let me invest those smiles, hold them safe and suppressed within me till they become laughter..for a happier tomorrow.
Calculations. The second thought when I sign that charity cheque. The second thought when I give a piece of bread to the pup down the lane.
Boundless joy..
Million stars
For you, a thousand times over
I can only walk these ten steps towards you. I can only shed three tears. Let me invest those smiles, hold them safe and suppressed within me till they become laughter..for a happier tomorrow.
Calculations. The second thought when I sign that charity cheque. The second thought when I give a piece of bread to the pup down the lane.
Boundless joy..
Million stars
For you, a thousand times over
I read it over and again to find myself finally lost into a world that offers a sharp band of rainbow--a grand spectrum revealing a poet's intense feeling of boundless joy deeply sunk in melancholic stokes upon an impressionist's easel...
ReplyDeleteI gazed on to discern if those smiles that drew its ripples of joy from deeper waves of sorrow would crush against as sorrows drawn from deeper joy of holiness...and I wished it a thousand times over...
@ Saibal
ReplyDeleteI gazed on to discern if those smiles that drew its ripples of joy from deeper waves of sorrow would crush against as sorrows drawn from deeper joy of holiness...and I wished it a thousand times over...
beautiful!Thanks for writing it here..