Poetry_today

A note to my dear one The most close one The loyal one The caring one The appreciating one Words speak less When I describe her as  The one chased My heart and won.  Meetings stopped  Chatting flowing on and on Phone calls few  Distances gave adieu  Somethings are done Somethings are fun Feeling of separation  Made me here numb.  Memories showing  A sliding show Choosing one by one  The capture I captured  With my dear one Emotions held me strong  As she was the one  My dear one.  Reliving the passed times  goosebumps arose   I wish for God's grace  To present beautiful face  In the present Of my dear one  All I want is you here now.  Alas!  As usual  The reality slays Here, I'm left with  My diary and pen  Jotting all about my dear one  To my dear one.                                   --Sujitha

"Sometimes we often forget to celebrate the bonds that  are gifted to us by the Almighty,  Care the care because the worth of this gesture is priceless.... " Down the memory lane  Remembered an orphan Giving out her pain - 'Why the almighty Does'nt have grace?  Why I am not   Blessed with someone To care, protect and embrace?  Why thy critising the God Who is always praised  In all ups and lows? ' All flowers blessed With their gardners All pearls blessed  With their shells  All children blessed  With their families Parents to protect Elders to scold  A perfect protrait - Of the golden gesture care.  Care that connects  Strangers and blood Care that withstands  Weak and powerful Care that completes An individual into a person.  Turning the pages  Forth to reality Everyone blessed with someone  To care, protect and embrace?  Why they  criticise the God To lose their ones When they can not celebrate Their golden gesture?  Care the care That is rare Adore the love  C

" Some people think that stars don't exist when its raining, but  they do exist in presence of a glow even it is raining . Mistakes are hidden if you give a light definitely you are going to shine. Accept it, mend it, don't repeat it.... " Today I  quarreled   With my soulmate  Which ended  At the end of the day With a golden  word Sorry! That was my mistake.  Sometimes I wonder What are  mistakes?  Are these some disaster  That breaks with A slightest effort  The thread that is weakest And has effect  Till time are hardest.  Are these mistakes  Some kind of alien?   That spreads its  Weird, solitude  And unloved nature That makes people Alone admist Of lovely people.  Are these mistakes  Some distracting poles?  That  refuses own  People's love and support That attracted them once Before the poles existed.   Mistakes are populate Taken in misunderstandings Pronounced within fractions  Giving aches and tensions a slight line when crossed A confused state-  To stan

Exclusive nature Exotic and eternal  Nurtures  mortal  creatures  A wonder to wonder Bliss and joyful Filled with warmth  Adds a comfort that soothes  In the blanket of mother Earth. Humans - a part Eternity  When differentiated   Inquisitive heart Got a reply patiently-  The impatient Behavior  Of such creations   Always a hurry and burry  In their pace  Decision shaking its shape  End results are all fake.  Boldness and Strength  That came hand in hand Patience approach  A glance of vision  Seeking intentions  Grabing  it on time  Creates an inspiration  Thought process  With the motion that- All is the matter of Tolerance in patience  That Gave them Their own  broach.  Contemporary world Exhausted and numb Always running  Rarely  analyzing  With a  bunch of keys  To open one lock  Confused and trembling  Again the notion  that- All is the matter of  Tolerance in patience That they disobeyed  In impatiently.  Not dissing like that But a point of view  Being eager is good But impatien

In the dawn Burning orange sun Showed it's face Besides the clouds Under the rays of sun In the greenish tree, With an yellow little flowers I saw a bird with colourful feathers Getting ready for its new day Waiting eagerly for a new journey. Journey begins, Flies whole day Finds prey. Feeds youngones. Trains its wings. Makes ready for the next flight! Bird! Again a new journey But not with mother Alone to face world. Flies up to skies. Across mountains and rivers. Visits island, forest and deserts. Touches droplets of rain Strikes wild wind. Bridges sky and earth, Also two hearts and Serves telegraph. Bird! Differs themselves. Some spreads peace. Some spreads love. Some to sing. Some to dance. Some are wild. And some are soft. Performs symbol of good and bad. Safe to be wild than to be pet. Bliss to be free than to be caged. Wings are to fly and not to be caged. It sings alone and longs for its flight. Getting ready for a new day