Sing.. sing.. sing.. transcend the skies..

Picture Courtesy, originally uploaded by Frogdeck.

oh holy pigeon of love
your eyes have every colour of life and feelings
your heart is always fluttering like a green flag of sufis
and nerves always flowing with the tears of emotions
oh sentient being
oh sensible heart..

this is not your place
this is full of contamination by griefs
ruined & dilapidated by miseries
aah.. garden and dry grass
and some murky sunlight
only autums resides here with few dry leaves

oh my heart!!
fly high.. go into the skies..
sing.. sing.. sing.. transcend the skies..

baby.... you are love!!

Kingston, originally uploaded by Richard M..

love is a holy bliss from God..!!

once love came to me
when i was sitting in a small evening street
and kissed lightly on my cheek
it seemed like a chubby small baby

i held him in my hands
then lifted him and then swirled around me
he laughed and laughed
in a very melodious tone
i played with him till many hours

then he stopped
in a silence
and then asked..
'can you feel love?'

i said..
'no'

'and now?'
saying this he ran away
and disappeared somewhere

since then..
'I can feel him!'