*#PoetrySCS#Collaboration with Amethyst Crystal,* *Prasanna KKumar , Maria Elvira and Shwetha A* *" TIME, THE BOON OF LIFE "* *-------------------------------------------------------* A lesson of life ......... Who knows The action of time Which colour , Does it show to whom ?
Life hits like a pebble Ripples it creates till the lasting of breath Fades away as it ceases.
A lesson of life Noting hard Angle of view Definitely the best Of all times .
Tomorrow is a mystery The minutes of life, Decides everything new. Everyone gets merged in due time. Color of thinking may differ ...
Wait! Look and observe... Think about plight Search for solution It comes right!
Time tickles To tantalise, till ticking Tap a throbbing tease, Tearing the thoughts To the toughest tears.
Life teaches lessons. It lies within us, To obey the path, Or to just neglect the fact. Life,forever a mystery..
Although, time is free Gifted equally by God, to us But it's priceless precious gem Boon to life, we shouldn't make it fuss Yet, make the best use of it to change our luck .
Time , boon of life Make it your best hive To collect your sweet honey Paying more importance than money Time, Bliss of God , use precisely to set your plot .
Thinking about the stars I looked above to gaze at, to my shock, found nothing that's said to be blinking at nights, I started scanning with my eyes and as I peeked further deep into the abyss of cosmos, Stumbled upon by a dazzling spark, It was intriguing, as such It made me probe in detail, I rushed forth deep into the dark realms, Found something resembling my - ex, Yes, it's obvious, she left past years ago To lay herself floating in the exuberance, all the stars flanking her as an adornment.
Definition of love made me think of its sensation, to sense it made an advance in fixation, held a hand in the infatuation, well, I realised the time was not in my favour to yield to the fascination, Stepped in the sludge and mired my career out of foolish action, Learnt a lesson, Maturity is what love needs, Now, having settled in life realised the passion had a beautiful wife who made the definition of love - an actualization
The grace is missing in her face, I stumbled upon something suspicious, She was a pretty lass, with untimely tying her neck in the name of nuptials, Made her lustrous smile miss the spark of agile spirits, the fate turned otherwise she wished to fly overseas, written off to scratch the stains of utensils, dreams were locked up to progress, and as such, she takes breath with no verve, to live the moments.
Hello dear listeners, This is RJ Pallavi and it’s a brand new day and a brand new show on “Mirakee FM” awaits you . Love is an integral part of all our lives. Those who are devoid of it spend their time in the search of it. Those who have it struggle very hard to hold on to it and those who aspire to have love, dream of it. Even those who deny that they are in its search, secretly wish that they had it! It is easy to say that love is probably the most sought after feeling in the world. Today I want to read to you a poem sent to us by one of our ardent listeners on love and hope that you’ll enjoy it .
A warm feeling of intense happiness Of joy that fills your heart A passionate emotion so fervent That it feels like it will tear you apart
An aura of very deep affection That completely takes over your senses A sentiment of such magnitude that You stop bothering about it’s consequences
Like the rain meets the parched earth Fulfilling a yearning with tenderness An invisible cord of great affection Of adoration, regard and fondness
Such a cord binds two people In an imperceptible tie of attraction An attachment so strong it would move Mountains if threatened even by a fraction
Like the glow of the moon wrapped Lovingly in a raven star studded sky Like a warmth of the embrace of a mother For the apple of her eye
We spend our lives in the hope and search Of finding one we truly love It is said people who are meant to be Are made in pairs by the heavens above
Those who get their hearts broken And find it difficult to heal and repair A broken heart is like paper The pieces are not mendable once it tears
Poetry is the lament of a broken heart That is written in sorrow and despair Rhymed verses write of a feeling That was once close but now isn’t there
Love is a bond between two people Whose intensity only they understand What more could one ask for if someone Fought the world while holding our hand?
So that was a poem on love. It is time to listen to a song about love now. On the request of a listener I’d like to play “when you nothing at all” by Ronan Keating for all of you. I hope you enjoy the number. Stay tuned for more songs and poems on “Mirakee FM” with me RJ Pallavi.