Forever Sonnets (Poetry Blog)

Pair lives at kashmiri gate  When the herder comes home; she prepares herself  To groom; after doing the small works-- Like, filling honey into bottles; the hive lies on shelf  Like grazing russie-ducks on  rainy lake-- like making amazing crafts; out of sea shells  On the sunny days; she sells these on retail--- Amid sweet singing voices at shady lane  The herder reaches home, at evening pretty late And knocks the door with three bells--- Nearly from half year; the pair lives hapily at kashmiri gate.

You are still alive  How unfortunate I was Aware that you were in bunk Pumping the last breathe  Shivering your ache body Counting the hours of death call But I was unconscious to help you I know how painfull you tolerate  You were not in the position to wander Nor you had menu of your preference  Those restrictions of quaff  The bite we had were not with you Could not provide you with amply adore Wound your many more expectations  I could feel your every pound  Lecture that let me sense more guilty  I still do have your each tiny memories  Your comedian attitudes  The dreams with you.. Walks through you... So you still subsist.....     ...@sangay #05/06/2021

Guest of January ------------ And finally, she was with me in January, It's the season when snow veils the valley entirely She loves mushy zone; the vale was like Miss edan !  With bees, and crockroaches  she has a chid;  That's one reason why she select this season Amazing apple trees bathing in snow beguiled Her spirit; thus she pinned a dozen poems  About all wet things as like; leas, eagle  grove, Willow-oak, fobs, rills, riverside's, hilly folk, gravel road and dunn,  Her pleasure, had no end; but I told her Choose the snow shoes; there 're no rules She stayed more days; till the paltry sun begun  To heat up earth, away from odour  Thank she enjoyed; the snow blasts of January.........

As early sunshine covered up the wider garden,  The sight swell buzzing by  echo sounds of purple martin,  The green leafs lulled,  bunchs of red cherry,  Each pair lure like ringlet of lady regent,  Who might've recently marry,  And purple colours gathered the scenes down,  Over daintly shoulders of garden, Spring flowers brought the holy shine,  Each flower that embroidery wears,  Smiled profond,  From the side of glory hill,  The flying birds did shrill,  Happy gaotha hosted a music concert,  A harmony of love drill,  In the cherry villa,  Amabilia: the scene become so amusing,  As a newly wedded maid set on swinger;  While the shrine bell ring,  The starling set forth to sing,  Sea gull too cut short his beach sleep to,  Ward his mistress  Sitting brooding in windy walls of cherry villa.