Gratification of Whirlwind, Sumona Das [e reader .txt] 📗

EVERYTHING WILL BE JUST ALL RIGHT

I was sitting alone,
In the blazing twilight zone,
Gaze on the vesper bright,
Dangling and murmuring,
Everything will be just all right.

Streams are brawling topsy-turvy,
Accumulating the milky way wavy,
Unfathomable sound makes me fright,
Console the gleams of moonlight,
Everything will be just all right.

Standing a series of immense lute trees,
Heap up the radiance and monarchy,
Loftiness exalted beckons a sight,
Debonair shepherd inkling the pastoral delight,
Everything will be just all right.

Wild flowers spread their mild fragrance,
Nature embraced with beauty and elegance,
Thunder and rumble makes me fright,
Little rain drops starts drizzling the night,
Everything will be just all right.

Artistry of enchanting night was gone,
Welcome the sun and welcome the morn,
Gleams of moonlight sparse the light,
Joy of the dawn ray creates positive and wide,
Everything will be just all right.

(SUMONA DAS)


SPRING SEASON

Spring advent with sprightly and gay,
arrives from the far away,
flowers blooming at the highest perfection,
fragrance spreads like the light of ray.

Boundless daffodil a spacious ivy's,
Blossoms blooming in various sapling,
It has a great fascinating attraction,
Seasons are passing & liking never cessation.

Birds are chirruping here and there,
Vocalizing by their sweet & harmonious voice,
Trees spreads their pleasant & fragrant air,
Environments entwine with splendful gay.

(SUMONA DAS)


HARLOT

It is very easy to say,
A girl!
Means the statue of honesty.
Ya! it's true,
They always exhibit their integrity,
But in todays world,
The word 'candour'
Is not very much existence -
Why? because of 'Tarnish Society'.
Girls are just like a floret,
When she begin to blooming,
Our tarnish society,
Annihilate their fascination,
Due to rape and dispose to the other diabolical act.
Who's the culprit of the mishap?
Nobody knows!
Somebody commited suicide,
Somebody thinks she is profane
and the tarnish society throw them -
into the harlot locality.
The word harlot is very much dreadful,
Why?
Because the word has full of darkness,
Suddenly their life is become -
A curse!
No hope, no affection, no attachment,
It's a deadly poisonous rage,
Our beau monde rap them,
Into a violate garbage.
That's why -
It sounding very dreadful.
But in reality, she is also a simple human,
They also flaunder themselves,
To fly higher in the sky,
Their heart is open page bible.
But it is very shameful for us,
That, we cant see
their painful life,
And execute them in the harlot society,
Like chirst death on the cross.

(SUMONA DAS)


WHIMSICAL THOUGHTS

Sometime it's hard for me
To tell you -
What I am thinking of?
It's not enough to give you,
Everything that you were dreaming of.
And it's not that I don't care,
But there's something I can't share.
I tried to find,
What was right?
When you standing so close to me,
I felt such electricity!
That make me so damn sure,
That you are the one,
Who has changed my life,
Just being a part of it.
And I never thought,
That love could came so easily.
Till you opened up my eyes.
To how it's supposed to be.
When I'm feeling all alone,
When my life gets crazy,
When I'm searching for someone
I can run to, the only one -
Who comforts me is 'you'.
And only god above
Could be the one,
To know exactly -
How I Feel!!

(SUMONA DAS)


MY TINY SOUL

When I embrace you
My tiny soul,
I feel the softness
Of your little bodies,
You are the floral
Of my unfold seed bud,
You are the dews
Of my sprouted buddies,
When I fold you
In my arms,
I feel the warmth
Of your touch,
You are so small
Like a snail conch.
My eyes always confess
I love you very much.
When I see you eagerly
I feel, I caress,
Your totter body.
When you crying loudly and
Am unable to cuddle you,
Then I feel, I am lost.
You are very special for me
You are my blooming buds
That’s for you needs care
Very much.

(SUMONA DAS)


GLAZE

Someone shows my dream,
The dream that are true,
I feel closer to my heart,
Heart come closer to my soul,
I've trapped a butterfly and say-
Your life in the palm of my hand,
She smile with splendourous illumination of hope,
The hope that shows the dream,
The dream that are true.

I can see certain streets,
The streets tell the story of love,
I can hear certain sounds,
The sound murmuring the secret voice,
And perceive the fragrance of blossoms,
I lost in my words of words.
The words that shows the dream,
The dream that are true.

Why do I smoulder? why I am glaze?
What kind of fire is this - "I melt".
My body assailed by the smoke of love,
I do not stay with myself.
If the night is silent as lamp,
The tinkling chimes revive my sleeping emotion,
Love was born in the womb of my feelings,
The feelings that shows my dreams,
The dream that are true.

Surely I can hear some voices,
The winds is playing tricks,
If the pearl drope in stream,
It creats serene beam,
Now what name could be given to such a bond,
Life is a secret, a deep secret,
Walks silent footed in my life,
Is dream a thought?
Or a thought of a search?

(SUMONA DAS)


LANGUAGE OF MY HEART

Hey! When I found you in my life
I feel glad in myself
Then I feel, I am in love
Nature sibilant in full of dove.
Everyday I feel, like –
The first day of spring,
When I see you every time
My heart's touching a love rhyme.
I found a cloud kissing gay has come
Everywhere buzz –
Only a loving heart can hum.
I behold you splendid
With mirth both soft and candid.
You beating and touching my heart
After all I am calm, cool and rest.
And sensation around the amazed grew,
Because I was in love with you.

(SUMONA DAS)


YESTER NIGHT

Yester night in my dream
Draws you again and again,
I feel warm of fondness in your touch
And the time our love will begin.

In moonlight among mild breeze
Lightly touches my amorous body,
I feel a sweet pain in my inner core
And become congealed by cold freeze.

I wanna late night dream forever
Want to the sky fall overall me,
I lay my life in your hands
Wanna stop the moment and keep this feeling forever.

The way you love me
Shows the heat of passion,
The way you look at me
Conceal the sleeping emotion.

Everything I own I give
Rest of my life,
I know that love will bring
Happiness and lucid divine.

(SUMONA DAS)


PRAY

At times I am lost
In an endless maze of thought
Or buried under problems
Suffocating deep.
There have been times
When darkness has prevailed
And there is not even a sign
Of a single ray of light
There have been death threatening illnesses,
Doubts, depression, hopelessness and strife.
If life is such an up hill battle, I have wondered.
Why in god’s name. Am I alive?
I am confused, I am lost
I am ignorant and distraught
But one thing I am sure about
My hands join and I pray to you
You see in me, what others fail to
You have shown me the light
Pointed the right way
Gave me an umbrella, on a rainy day
Made a rainbow appear
On a pitch dark night
I think I must be doing something right.

(SUMONA DAS)

Publication Date: 11-15-2010

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