Month: June 2019

An envelope is a wonder.

And it’s a miracle that it exists even today!

Oh! What for do we all need it?

When everything is digital these days?

An envelope,

Is a miracle.

It brings back memories,

It brings back hope,

Just like the old golden days,

It contains a lot of truth.

An envelope,

Reminds me of my maternal grandmother,

For she was and is my only light,

Who glows with an eternal might.

An envelope,

Is a friend from the old days.

Simply take one in your hand and feel it,

And to put a letter in it,

Gives a happiness,

Which can only be felt,

But can’t be said.

Adios!

My song for your roses,

Can’t be heard.

It’s silent.

It’s deep.

It’s simply unheard.

The sound plays like the pearls of music,

Which when properly placed,

Says a lot,

And they do play percussion to your thoughts.

My song for your roses,

Is divine,

Is beloved,

It’s as soft as a baby’s cloth.

It’s as silky,

As the purest silk.

It’s as fragrant,

As your beautiful rose.

Let my song fill your heart,

For it’s my song for your roses,

Which is with and forever,

A beautiful form of art.

My song for your roses,

Can’t be made in a jiffy.

For it requires a lot of thought.

It’s love and only love,

Which shall make the rose of your heart blossom,

With the shine of more than thousand roses.

For my song for your roses,

Shall definitely touch your heart, mind and soul.

Adios!

A beautiful sunset,

Is evergreen.

It’s a time,

For watching everything and everyone come back home.

A beautiful sunset,

Is God’s own ground,

Whereby watching the sun set,

All become aware of his creation,

And rush back home to have tea and biscuit.

Nothing can be admired on an empty stomach.

A beautiful sunset,

Is beautiful and serene,

It’s as natural as anything.

A beautiful sunset fulfills the day,

And takes us forward towards having a good night,

So that we sleep tight,

And wake up fresh,

Like all good days.

Adios!

A moment is mine.

It’s glorious,

It’s magnificent.

It’s fantastic.

It’s superb.

But the moment is simply not mine.

It’s for everyone.

All are winners.

No one is different.

Where they are,

It’s known only to Lord The Mightiest.

A moment is mine,

It’s for sharing,

For caring,

For loving,

It isn’t money,

It’s just a moment,

So, it’s mine.

And it’s thine.

But when we all have a moment,

Is different to each one and is of his/her kind.

Adios!