Starry sky of the full moon’s night,
"Ah! What a beautiful sight!"
Shimmering diamond and glitter gold.
"Most beautiful", I am told.
Twitter-chatter of the bird,
"Most beautiful", I have heard.
Glowing sun, flowing river serene,
‘Most beautiful’ to be seen?
Gentle flower with its morning’s dew,
Mother Nature with her hue.
Gushing waves of the open sea,
"Ah! Most beautiful to see!"
Upon me put, I’ll say something new,
The title, I’ll always give to you.
--Poornapragna L S.
Written waaaaay back in my 10th standard!! There is a story in itself behind this one! Maybe I'll tell it some other time.
Reading this tale might make you feel like you’re tailing the tail of a tailless animal or calling tails of a coin with no tails and might result in your patience tailing off while you tail this tail-full tale.
A person personally doubted his personality to suit his job. He was a keyboard player, who opened his music filled musical room with the same key played the same keys looking at the same key.
The doubt, he confided in his mother only to get the reply that she had the biggest doubt in the world the doubt being the doubt of what the definition of the word doubt is.
Next his wife, misery was her life, said that no mad man will call another mad man, mad, and all are mad in this mad world and there’s nothing wrong in being a nomad for a job. Thus he went, through a big vent, wearing a coat with a vent, his feelings trying to vent. His home far behind he left and found his left foot a foot from the footpath which was a foot from the foot of a tree, a foot taller than the tallest.
He marched on in the hot march making a mark on the sand and having nothing more than a mark in his hand. A long walk from there with long steps along steep stepped mountainous area with mountainous people doing mountainous jobs, he came across a not which said, "Note to be noted: We hereby want you to note that this note will help you to get notes and buy notes if you want to and is as simple as writing a small note but difficult enough to get you an angry note from the owner, who owns this piece of land from the piece of paper hie father left him, died in peace and not pieces, years ago of ear pain, which could have been plainly painless had he not thought he ought and sough the help of a pin, strong enough to pin a pin, pinned to a pinafore to pierce his ears to hear more of the ore he found here. Considering that the person was an able doctor, this might as well turn inta well shaped fable where the hero died like a sable with a cable. Contact the owner with tact and the fact of not calling the act criminal is truly criminal."
Taking the note, he took off to take the job which was a job of giving the taken money from the owner. Deceived by the deceiving amount of money, he tought of deceiving the owner, but he himself got again deceived.
The owner found out and wound him through courts of tennis to a just court. The mad Justice after hearing to a tailless tale gave a tail by stating that, "Just, in a just way can be just a word, just to say nothing else but just, only to be mistaken when meant the other just, a word just as common as the word just is, in this just court."
Moral: Disagreeing to agree will eventually result in you agreeing that you disagreed to agree at first but now agree that it is the time to agree your fault and agree it.
I am in drought,
You are my ever flowing stream.
Grief has me sought,
You are my cherished dream.
Deep water dire!
You keep me afloat.
I am in fire,
You are my saving moat.
I am deaf,
You are my song. Oh!
I am blind,
You are my rainbow.
I am in Love
I am in Love. Oh!
I am in Love….
I am in Love….]
Written for a really really special person.
Where art thou?
Thou alone I shall truly love.
With thy allure ever so fair,
Doth one ever ever dare?
Say to thee love, "Nay"
Nay, ‘Nay’ doth nobody say.
Where art thou?
Where art thou?
Waiting for so long, I’m…
Shall do, if need be, till end of time.
T’is I true blest
If only thou….be in our geste.
Where art thou?
Where art thou?
Without thou, my love, I despair.
Without thou, life, I cannot bare.
Without thou, my love, nothing goes by…
Without thou, my love, ….I …die.
Where art thou?
Thou alone I shall ever ever truly love
--Poornapragna L S
