A girl was trapped in group of herds . Scared and worried in tears , From the blushes of dark wood There was a hand Who said - hold me tight I shall not leave you nor Let you alone fight .
The girl was surprised looked around And in front she saw a tall man standing. Like the prince in her story books. He was brave and kind He fought with Wolf's and saved the girl.
Her eyes shined, lips smiled She felt her cheeks blushed Because he was the one she dreamed for years .
They started walking ,through blushes of dark She felt safe walking behind . He made way through the stones and waters Through the thrones, Moon and stars smiled at them both As if they were starring at them Witnessing their love. The moon being lamp shining in the dark.
He was the prince He had his duties He had to go. But how shall she confess her love?
They reached the destiny Her heart crumpled ,was in silent grief. That when again she will meet him.
It began with crush Topped up with little obsession. Love starts somewhat like that It was clear to me without any delusion. As i grew in age I realised my feelings reached a stage Where i was sure that i had feelings for her pure. But there was no strategy To tell her And it was a tragedy That she regarded me as friend and nothing more. One day i saw her with a guy. They kissed under the cloudy sky. It was enough for me to know I was the fire and she was the snow.(no match) For the sake of my true love I held my emotions And just let her go.
Arrival of December somehow makes the heart feel younger.. So did the poem that I scribbled some days ago.. I wasn't going to post it.. But today's prompt is nudging me to post it anyway, saying it's ok to giggle and bounce and spread some cheer.
Winter Cheer ----------
December's here, filled with cheer The end of the year is oh so near! Can't you hear the jingle bells dear? It's no time to shed anymore tear
December's here, move up the gear, Let's steer away from gloom and fear Cleanse the heart pure, with vision clear Let's make happier the forthcoming year
It's mid-december, cold cold weather A time to savour the Festive fervor, Silver spilled all over by the Master Painter Spring in the green room, readying colourful attire