The eye of the beholder
Winter's end and summer is nigh,
Not a cloud seen, in the sky.
Soon it will be, time for spring,
The nightingales have already begun to sing.
The sky seems blue, the colour of joy,
The river plays about,the sand being her toy.
Trees dance together, to the hum of the birds,
The young hearts run away, away from the herds.
My heart beats louder, calling out to my love,
There...she answers me,as she calls out to me now.
Oh...its just the sound of leaves talking to each other,
I haven't found her yet, why doesn't she call back, brother?
Clouds suddenly appear and pour down drops to the Earth,
The clouds are not dark, but white across their girth.
The wind blows about, as my ropes of doubt untie,
It whistles in my ear, as it passes me by.
I learn a valuable lesson,from the image that I see,
That love on this Earth, has always been for me.
It, but lies in the eyes of the beholder,
The beauty of love, strikes the young and the older.
The moon does change form,attracting the oceans of the land,
The waters cannot rise high though, withheld by the love of the sand.
The wind blows about, searching for itself in vain,
If it only could have known,only love for another can gain.
The clouds talk to the sun, through the thunderous sound,
Through he raindrops pouring below, its joy it does expound.
The Earth receives the water, an unfailing task,
Oh...love of a better kind,how could I ever ask?
Not a cloud seen, in the sky.
Soon it will be, time for spring,
The nightingales have already begun to sing.
The sky seems blue, the colour of joy,
The river plays about,the sand being her toy.
Trees dance together, to the hum of the birds,
The young hearts run away, away from the herds.
My heart beats louder, calling out to my love,
There...she answers me,as she calls out to me now.
Oh...its just the sound of leaves talking to each other,
I haven't found her yet, why doesn't she call back, brother?
Clouds suddenly appear and pour down drops to the Earth,
The clouds are not dark, but white across their girth.
The wind blows about, as my ropes of doubt untie,
It whistles in my ear, as it passes me by.
I learn a valuable lesson,from the image that I see,
That love on this Earth, has always been for me.
It, but lies in the eyes of the beholder,
The beauty of love, strikes the young and the older.
The moon does change form,attracting the oceans of the land,
The waters cannot rise high though, withheld by the love of the sand.
The wind blows about, searching for itself in vain,
If it only could have known,only love for another can gain.
The clouds talk to the sun, through the thunderous sound,
Through he raindrops pouring below, its joy it does expound.
The Earth receives the water, an unfailing task,
Oh...love of a better kind,how could I ever ask?
5 Comments:
The first thing that comes to anyone's mind when we hear the word "love", is "attraction", most often, attraction of a boy to a girl and vice versa.
But, what most of us fail to realize is that love is not just confined to such a situation...
Love is also what a mother shows to her son,what people show to their pets and what animals in turn show to each other.
But, as everything in this world comes in pairs, so, does love.The flip side, of course, being the love for money and other material pleasures. For, greed is but an intense form of love.
But, from a broader point of view, love is what drives this world around....It is present in everything present in this world,in things we did not even think, would possess love.
The raindrops ,but fall below, out of love for the ground. And the grass does grow, but out of love for the tired one.
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Venkat, at Mon Feb 13, 02:00:00 PM GMT+5:30
hey Spoorthi.....thanks a lot for your comment...it really makes a difference when somebody appreciates your work.
By the way, which year did you pass out from Bethany?
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Venkat, at Tue Feb 14, 10:28:00 AM GMT+5:30
wow venkat! i have read a lot of poems written by people our age - many being just attempts and others pretty decent. But frankly I havent seen anything with so much style. What makes reading what you write a pleasure is that evrything is simple but yet so beautiful and also so traditional. Would love to read more.....
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Anonymous, at Tue Feb 14, 04:30:00 PM GMT+5:30
I'm speechless... partly because it is an excellent work... and partly because I read it with a broken heart.
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ADTC, at Wed Feb 15, 12:57:00 AM GMT+5:30
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