Sometimes
Itz nice knowing new people,
Not known before
Coz what they are
No one's sure...
I know you
Through and through
Though you've not told...
For me
Noneever was so fair
As I thought you...
When
I walk with you
It becomes a journey so long
you and me
two stranger
Became friend as we walked alone...
Two roads are there
in your life
Only one of them
you can share...
In one part
There are lots of flower
Another one
There is one cactus...
You are the judge
decide now
Flowers can get
butterflies
Cactus can't...
Itz known
Flowers are
Your destination
May be you'll prefer
blue and yellow than crimson...
Crimson flows
within my heart
Those flower - you like
They really hurt...
Sometimes
It did seem better it were
Never to see you
More than linger here...
With only gratitude
Instead of love
A pine in solitude
Cradling a dove...
5 comments:
in pain there's pleasure, in tears there's laughter, in love there's desire... a desire to be loved. the crimson in ur heart maybe just a tiny flower, but the pricks that make reaching it tough, gives an all new personality for it, gives it such a value which makes all the others flood in the innocent beauty of urs.
great post! in the times of rough it is the juice of the cactus which keeps it alive... likewise its 'hope' which makes the heart pumping for us! do not leave hope and let life lead to what it will... just hop into life's golden chariot and enjoy the ride with its ups and downs!
Words fail me to describe
the verses u have inscribed!!
Very well written & with a deep meaning too!!...ur creations are too good nabanita!!keep it up!![:)]
u r getting better day by day
Keep it up !
Foni Monsha er joigan zindabad ! ( cactus flower to fani monshai bole bodhai na ? )
thank you all...yaa foni monosha manei holo cactus...ur appreciations are my encouragement....
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