Dreams poem

Who had come in my dreams

Who had come in my hearts

Let’s see the sky had bowed so far

My love is become colorful

O! My dear  O! My dear

In corners of life journey

Iam singing a song

Don’t ask me known unconscious

Of my mind

Reaching higher goals which are difficult to find

Attrie of all directions

Today opened path for heavens

When beauty became mine

Everyone’s eyes on me

Death comes to the body

Soul does not have any death

Love is eternal, eternal always

From this eternity will not be stolen

 

 

Not me

Iam not a poet

But I can write poetry

Just when I saw you,

Iam not a bird

But can fly high

Just when I saw you,

Iam not a sculptor

Carved you in my heart

Just when I saw you,

Iam not a lover

Learnt to romanance

Just when I saw you,

 

 

Autumn’s footsteps #Analogue poem

#New Poetry Form – Analogue – A New Day Comes and Goes

Here comes the lovely fall heaps of leaves,

Boughs choirs and twigs swag as leaves disperse,

Brown yellow leaves becomes a boon not a curse.

Sweet little birds starts their abode to weaves,

Time has again come for nature thanks to receive.

More leaves bid farewell from trees source,

It is a natural phenomenon not a force.

O! humble mother nature a true wonder,

For your great soul I will surrender.