Buried under sands, That were dreary and wind blown A jewelled hand springs. Distant blue its own, Deluged by the sandy surf, It still stayed afloat. .
A microcosm of love, No questions asked, Divinity manifested.
Two hearts side by side, Embalmed in a golden bliss, And now umbrageous.
These words are all I have now for you, You will find pieces of my soul, Each word a chapter of life, A syllabic deluge, An ardent torrent, But all unsaid Safely cached, Unsent, Dead. Many a time we want to communicate our thoughts,our feelings with those dear to us. But when we come face… Continue reading Words unsaid(a nonet)
Sharp rays golden edged, Darted deep into my heart, As dark cold seeped out. .
The power of pink, A cynosure so brazen, Yet love radiates. A very Happy Women's Day to all of you. A salute to the Pink Brigade.