FROZEN STATUETTE

hours of unlimited quietness
awaiting to be broken
by your presence
metamorphosed into
a statuette ,
yearning moments of togetherness forever...

scattered leaves during the fall
blossomed flowers in times of spring
butterflies hovered over
yet the ephemeral moment remained unseen.

now an idol of frozen ice
white and pale in the weather
looks upon for a wanderer
who shall set ablaze the fire
to unfreeze the  frost layer after layer.

STRINGS OF GUITAR

 

Strings of Guitar, play the song,life and death go along,
The chords of the high notes,make us feel the crest and trough,
lower notes give us  a feel of the solitude of within,
The music playing on the strings ,is the music of  nature and spring..         



 

 
I  suddenly strike a wrong chord, and the tune falls off the mark,
Like a fault in the life,when we don't get another strike,
But life moves on ...and pushes us ..though ..
We always remember the broken chord ....

Love notes when I play,they take me in another way,
To a place full of dreams and everything's fine as should have been,
I fly above the world so high, and  the world appears like an apple pie...
This music of happiness brings joy and relief in the sadness and in grief......

So strange it seems! that a guitar string,
can affect your life in every mean..or else it is the opposite way,
And it plays whatever is within and brings out the fray....
the touching sound  ....the melancholy chords or.. the jubilant notes....to watch..



Whatsoever the guitar plays,
even if my fingers move astray,
I know this well..that Iam a mere player in the field of life...
The actual music notes and chords are in the hands of the LORD.....

Are you aware?

Can you see the drop of tear,
that rolled down my eyes ,
out of fear?

Can you see the smile of mine,
that flashed across my face,
out of blush?

Can you see the twinkle of my eyes,
that was seen after meeting you,
out of love?

Can you feel my heart beat,
that runs fast when you are near?

Can you feel my happiness,
after seeing you smiling my dear?

If you haven't seen of all these,
What kind of love ..
and what kind of care..
You are talking to give me..
When you yourself aren't aware..
Of my feelings and your care..