anushmadhu poems
Love is a magic ball..,
It cannot be played
In any court or ground;
Coach and rules
As well does not exist
In this game-Still,
Scores are given,
Sometimes you win…
And anytime you may loose,
But you are the umpire.
Love is a compact disc
With sharp edges;
It spread music
When you emit
Along the micro lines.
When virus breaks away
the hearts sway
with hemorrhage.
Love is a personified energy
Of mind-set and thoughts;
When it is meditated
It brings a success - else
It crucifies the nexus.
Oh Golden yellowish beach,
You never fade away
As long as lovers do
Celebrate on your shore lines;
Counting grain sizes
of the sand in beach
Is not achievable task,
As well the sorrows
And the pleasures
In the game of love too’;
The lovers may go away
But the LOVE never fades away
From the hearts.
looks like the magic ball is in your court !love ,beautifully portrayed in a very sprightly manner !eventually the last few lines brings out the essence of love which leaves an heartache or fulfillment !