Poetic Whispers...

The Ecstasy

The soft love..
Flowing like a river..
Sweetening the pains..
Blooming the desires inside...
Fills the heart with happiness.

The dusk
Vibrant with the clouds
Waits for the twilight..
When the moon comes out at night,
The mist breezes in..

The twilight steals the silence away.
Far from the sky, someone sang a song..

Why do the yellow blooms
Seek union with the dreamy sky...
The flowers are blossoming
In the tunes of love...
A little tear drop from the eye
Becomes a flower in the heart...

The Quest

When the sun sets,
When the trails are obscured,
Silence precedes the night..

Is it the grief of the summer?
Is it a music without melody?
The darkening dusk fades afar
Without uttering a word....

The clouds search for the ripples
The withering flowers yearn for the melting teardrops
The hornets chase the flame
The harmony looks out for the changing colours...
Without rhythm, Seeking peace......