A Dash of Sunny

Oh! Hwa art love? If not a tempest! Tis simply lies not, In  mere behest. Donne love so ardent, Entwined with desire! Tis bargain leaving, So much to enquire. Oh! Hwa art love? If not madness? Tis paints upon, A blank canvass! For love sees only beauty, A matter of… Read more“Love”

The glory of love; Connects us together, Like hands in glove.   Photo Credits: www.wikiart.org In The Garden – Pierre Auguste Renoir.  Painted  in 1885,  it is displayed at the Hermitage Museum in Saint Peters burg, Russia. Posted for Poems in April @ Real Toads

Thou shan’t be oblivious; Concealed from the rest. Emerge from the crowd; Bloom among the best. Lash out the insults; Its what they do. Thee spirit impassioned; Pray not bid adieu. Thou has been misread; Alas! Much too long. Heed not to sarcasm The world where ye belong. Thou shan’t… Read more“Oblivious”

Lo! It is not thee; Who is seeking freedom. Rather its thy soul, Vanquishing its demon. Foolhardy art thou; Boasting of tomorrow. Dost thou even knoweth; Of joy and sorrow. Its the enlightenment; Of the wandering soul. To exhibit composure, And carry out its role. Life, is but temporary; Thy… Read more“Enlightenment”

Gaze upon the stars; Grandeur indescribable, Passing of the hours.   Photo Credits:  7-themes.com Posted for Poems in April @ Real Toads