When LOVE is hovering in the whole of world's air, Will it not be on my BlOg too..:D..???
Of Course my readers.. This poem is on Love, which I have defined in a truly different way.
Where there's a desert, inside it strives an exquisite Oasis, rejuvenating lives. In the oasis lives a bird, that spends the whole life singing for the worn out travellers who come her way. You know her?? NIGHTINGALES!! Ever heard one?? ;P :D.. Well, I gotta say the truth, I haven't..:D.. Not the live version, of course, But I have listened to the digitalised version.:D.. They sing with such a depth that, I immediately felt, they must have an untold story too..:):)
So, I have tried to bring out the concealed emotions that live in a Nightingale..:):) The poem speaks thus..:):)
BeWaRe Frenz,,, When u reach the end, you'll feel incomplete, just like how LoVe makes you feel when its not found..:):) The poem is YET TO BE CONTINUED..:):) Read on..
ThE InCoMpLeTe SoNg..<3..!!
It was another one of those usual,
The insomniac mornings, as she termed it,
Sleep had never been her best pal
Which she outwardly would never admit
Slowly, she risked a slight casual glance
At her mates, perched on the crooked branches,
Like always, they were immersed in a trance
Comfortably nestled under siestic clutches,
Life may have been a God's blessing
For all those surviving in her watch,
Though, she too possessed the inward zing,
She always felt her life at oasis a mismatch
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ReplyDeleteHello!! :).. Thanx for ur suggestion..:) I too eamted 2 start a site on my own. But, first, I wanted to check if my poems are really that good.. So, gettin on wit feedback from u ppl..:).. Ll start a site soon too..:)
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