Tuesday 11 March 2008

Love Story



On a morning in summer,
It smelt fresh hay.
The first meeting with her lover,
It did the same way.

Was it the golden light?
Or was it the glowing peeks?
That made the country sight,
Look like it speaks?

Sitting under the darkest shade
To hide from the rays,
“For this time, I shall trade
Even a fortune”, he says.

Thanks to the sheep
And thanks to the season,
That lets us keep
Meeting for a reason.

I wish to grow old
With you by my side,
Life will unfold,
And shall be our guide.

In search of joy
Together we’ll find a way,
And pass it to our boy,
On a joyful day.

So I say this to you my dear,
Loving is the only way
Success is always near,
Only a fraction away…

Happiness is not in the air,
It’s in the mind.
Feel it if you may dare,
And make it your find.

Make an effort together,
And pass your story on,
Coz nothing lasts forever,
But generations go on.

There should remain a trace
Of your existence,
Welcome your end with grace,
And let go without insistence.

During the last moments,
Don’t count your years.
Count all the moments
That made these years.

If the moments are more
You are always alive,
With the memories so pure
In the relations that survive.


2 comments:

Anonymous said...

if you do like critical comments, the lines No offence intended to the people who follow the K series or for that matter spend unnecessary time in front of the TV with the word unnecessary are actually offensive, even when you say no offence, the tone is offensive too. It would be a good idea to state your point and still not use tones that are offensive. Not that i disagree with you, Its just that you have a point but you can put it across better, writing is an art. And art has to be understood something that comes from with in and not something that comes out of an itch.

Thanks,
infinite

Snigdha Shevade said...

of course i do like criticism!!! in fact i relate better to those who criticize me!! thanks for your inputs!!! btw.. i'd love to know your name!! :-)

and yes, the preface to the next post will be dadicated to you!!!
hope to know you soon!!

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