Those were the times, when the love stories were so innocent..Simi
The gestures were blended with admirable poise.
Contrary to the loud display of sentiments like the present,
Love managed to exist, with no expectations, no ego, no noise…!!”
You are the melody to my mornings, the chimes of my noon,
The chant of evening prayers, the euphony of the moon..
A marvelous unison of art and empathy, you amaze me each day,
May you bask in glory in abundance, with music all the way..!!
Happy Birthday Son..!!
The rays have started penetrating, they couldn’t be subdued any more,
The power of my belief was too firm, the luck had to make its way, for sure.
The crimson splendor of this golden hue, has fought a night too long
The brilliance is now colossal, like a symphonic, spectacular song.
She helps to make tunes melodious, she says..
To me, she herself looks like an unsung song..
The strings of her heart are so well composed..
She is calm, poised, fragile yet scrupulously strong.