Writing Unwraps My
Soul
Poetry is my soul, Poetry is my life! Writing is...
what keeps me alive! An aquamarine waterfall of
feelings descend from the innermost corner of my
heart… unfolding the deepest thoughts, the loving
thoughts, the glorious thoughts, the gloomiest
thoughts… childhood memories float in tiny rainbow
paper boats, dance on the softest petals of petite
flowers emanating perfumes of arabia, serenade
me away to the forest of dreams in a playful swing
of my coral passions, weaving the tapestry of
mysterious stories depicting eternal melody of love
and loss. I am a Nightingale… singing a song of
lavender dreams and hopes, under an ultramarine
canvas blending turquoise sky and sapphire ocean,
twilight moon flickering ribbons of love, my
audience - the pearlescent clouds, gleaming stars,
souls with a poetic heart! I write for myself, I write
for you, I write for the future generations to come.
My story is their story, my life is their life… The
vermilion sky at dawn kindle an inspiration in me,
So do the gossamer rays of crimson twilight.
humming river, cadence of ocean-waves, snowcapped
mountain-peaks. Twittering birds, twinkling
stars … History of human race …struggles and
victories… Writing unwraps layers of my soul
The Happy Snowman
There once was a very happy snowman
who was loved by all the boys and girls.
He would watch them run and play
with each passing day.
One day the sun was so bright
the snowman knew it wasn’t quite right.
He hoped with each day
that he would not melt away
if only he could make it until night.
As the days became warmer and warmer
the snowman knew he was in danger.
He said his good-byes
and looked in their eyes
and said, “I promise I’ll see you again.”
The next snowy day
the children all came out to play
They worked for hours together
to bring their friend back to them.
Before the days end
they all had their friend.
The happy snowman joined them
once again.