Spring flowers, blue skies, her sources of joy.
The open terrace was his room
Lying on the charpoy bed
With hands behind his head
He sang songs looking up at the night sky
Watching the twinkling dance of the stars.
While she complained
Lying on her memory foam mattress
About back pain!
He stood outside with a smile
& a bouquet of flowers in his hands.
She was over the moon
Her eyes brimmed with tears of joy.
She whispered softly to herself,
My heart will only beat for you
For the rest of my life.
Happy Valentine’s Day!
Day 3 Inktober Challenge
Freedom, elegance and sheer joy – dance is a wonderful form of art.
Two little souls out in the sun and sand
Joyous and so full of life.
Lost are they in their sweet land of dreams
Obscure and unfamiliar of the worldly miseries.
They play gleefully with a twinkle in their eyes
Laugh uncontrollably at the silliest of their crimes.
Involved are they so intensely in their games
They’ve failed to notice the dirt on their gear.
How you wish to be like them at times
Carefree and peaceful and true of their lives.