Angel in Woods




On a surpriseful morning,
             Radiant aura blows in woods.
There she is gorgeous glory,
             I am blind and deaf to reality.

Zephyr zings to koel's song,
             A symphony of strange artists.   
Flora blooms, colors disperse,
             Decoration for celebration!!!!

Propagating beauty between,
             Tall verticals of awesome green.
As she moves, I fickle for
            Whims of unparalleled dream.   

Desperate for her friendship,
            Untamed hope, brink-less emotions.
All I can do is to throw peeper,
            To fill her in limpid pool of my eyes.         

She stops with closed eyes,
            Arched arms, upon her toes.
Listening to words in swish,
            Distant ardent words of my silence.
           

--TalksOfLife
26/01/2009