The Melting Ice and the Mermaid

When thorns melt with the heat of the melting ice,

The fire makes itself seen , the ignition took a few baby steps

Only to caste a sheen, that makes the reticent nights go bright and nice

The air was casting a smouldering signal- the change was round the corner

The chainging wave is going to catch us all

It refuses to let go of the spade, the shovel will work the crawl on us

Are you aware – it is a mirage of the indifference?

The light of the fury will bring in our lap, the glorious sunrise

The sunrise is my best friend,

It will come dancing in your lap, to befriend you forever

The shining glory that glimpses out of my shadow

Also yearns for your solemn tears of gratitude

My sorrow became my dose of grace,

My longing found way into the cave of your heart

The ignition was alive, as the graceful aura travelled between our souls

The fire is lit; today, your path is set

No creation fights with the path of destiny

Only angels come rushing to our aid

You are rescued by his golden wave  of kindness

The melting ice will become – your angelic, lovely mermaid!

When something emerges...

My miracles peel their story,

They sing along with the humming bird

The sound that makes the cups tinkle, let alone a melody of the soul

My soul fears not anything today – the waters make their splash heard

The loving, gigantic water appeal

Almost, feeling the banter of our souls

They edge me, they push me – Go! Find your way to your home

I wonder – where have I lived all these years? What is my final goal?

We live and weave our lives in these goals

They live for a legacy, waiting to be told

My heart runs and ditches the race

It wants to linger own – in valley that we behold

My ribbon moulds its life in air

It smiles, it sings

Like a mood that feels different today

It makes us stand aloft – but Do I deserve these wings??

Could the flight have an identify

Without the mighty peak

We all know when our times come,

When suddenly , strength emerges out of the weak

The Misty Forests and the Holy Tweet

The misty forests say the story

The tweet of the holy bird brings the magic alive

The saintly sight of the skies ditches the vision

To bring to life –the sight of a lifetime

My Eyes know your story

They know you ditch me for a reason

To paint a new sunrise that shines beyond the hives of the colourful leaves

The leaves were restless for the shore to move away

They come alive to touch the heart of the careless sea

The sea that brings me your memory

Is longing to take the sweetness of the glory away

You may feel the misty forests would see my cry

Little did you know that I was here, to relive the aura of a joy

From where I learnt to pick rustic senses of happiness,

You come to beget a new soul in my soul

My soul would always count for the sun to stay alive

For today again – the misty forests say the story

And, the tweet of the holy bird brings the magic alive.......