Mingling Themes

Passing the love when the day is brimmed up with the shadiness of noon,

Reciprocating heart to heart in the grab of a wisdom turning to

boon.

A walk on the dry leaflets the scented breeze with the touch of

colloquy,

Telling tales then become a melting pot whisking away from

soliloquy.

On the slopes of a blazing emerald green

meadows,

A snowhite  was seen static holding basket with laces of

bow.

The wooden hut was embraced by the art of two lives standing

still,

Aroma of one’s baking drifting from the window

sill,

And the other was hypnotizing by her art of reciting the genres in a

frill.

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s