Forever Sonnets (Poetry Blog)

May be we can do something great in this life,  May be we can kindle the candles of delight,  You know and I know and we both knew... That we're brought for a bigger purpose,  ----So let's go, let's go... May be we can do something great in this world...  This world do need some of our service's  If we can't do something  towards the best of this world, Then our being is worthless... ----So let's go let's go The mother earth has become injured  Let's be like the humming bird,  singing early the divine word,  And we're living in a loveless world.. We've become very rigid, cunning and,  Let sing this lyric through your lovely lips,  May be we can do do something great in this life... ----So let's go let's go

O Rose ! Art Thou Jealous Today? ✍Tandra Mishra  Composed on 31st December of 2021. O rose, where art thou, oh dearie?  Come,see, have a look,   Have a look in my lawn,oh Crony!   What a marvellous thing happens today !  Someone has bestowed my garden with pure love and sun ray. In thy place  A big ,giant blossom blooms the grace.  See its hue,its shine.  The deep crimson just makes it divine. Ahh! How ravishing its wings are !  Just like the soul purifier.  The dark eye,  Amidst the crimson,cries the bliss of joy. And See,Who pours those sparkles?  Spreads silvery glitters on its face, to enhance just more grace?  Oh red daisy! Oh Gerbera!  Thou art born in my yard, escalating drops of ecstasy.  Forgetting my pains,burns  I see thy face only,my Crimsy. How pleasant to see thee  To flower everyday inch by inch!  Thou alone grow'st my garden's beauty,making it rich.  Who art those, ro...

Drench with my bloody tears Once more like before,  Your gaze twisted me Into the widow moans Your craving gleams me Like a flash to dawn dew I am no longer mine to self Devoured my being cell by cell I behold you in more and less Your fractured me, left wrecked Call not Smith or carpenter My cure lies in oneness of two!  My longing is not ethereal Not that world is nasty about I tweet beyond the metaphors Beyond the breath and death.  My fasting never ends I need neither bowls nor barrels I am thirty for love And hungry for my beloved.  ~Ummi