Oh my kite, my beloved Kite, Soar up in the day and night, reaching the boundless height, let us merge with horizon & light! Oh my kite, my beloved Kite, swing and sway amongst the sun, chase the clouds and run, we’re here to have some fun! Oh my kite, my beloved Kite, Spring is here it’s such a delight, sail our kites over woods n trees, swirling behind the Looney breeze! Oh my kite, my beloved Kite, exhibit spectrum of colours bright, hearts joyful and dreams take flight, let the lamp of friendships light! Oh my kite, my beloved Kite, don’t be dismayed if the strings get cut, we can always soar and sail with our gut, life’s is but like a kite’s flight, We should never give up in fright.
Oh my kite, my beloved Kite, almighty has our life’s strings, he chisel’s and shapes our wings, let us fly very high, so it brings, joy, happiness and precious things!
Writing is a passion that I will never allow to fade inside me. It all started as a small note in my school diary and I wrote my first poem when I was in class 8th. I write poems and have even contested in many poetry websites and magazines during school as well as college days.I got the novel idea of publishing my poems and started posting my poems on social platforms, since then I have been receiving excellent and positive feedback. I am basically from Bangalore and being a literature lover, I maintain a poetry blog called https://www.facebook.com/PoeticTranscendence, please do visit this website which has the collection of my poems. Happy Writing!!
In those corners of your eyes my darkness prevades I wish all the doors gets locked from inside Why does our western gleam fades in twilight shades And still you’re searching for me in pale moonlight The night never brings
My Pearl of Inestimable Value Out from its obscurity in this Silence Dawn, emerged an invisible Cruelty, gabbed in terminal robe; Stealthily descended upon this blissful abode: the habitation of ‘My Pearl of Inestimable Value’ With its fangs snarling in
I am terribly shocked and remorseful My sister, can’t help than weeping at your ill-fate Transcending self to a passive onlooker Or to the role of an unmindful passenger With torn heart, tied hands, and bleeding eyes All finding acutely
My heart loves you Was it not some time ago, My heart was like a rock? An impenetrable fortress, With steep cliffs at its side, A distance land, Far away, From where no ordinary soul, Would dare to reside? I