3. His Thoughts
“My vision await for the sight of a beautiful and friendly person I know,
Again I’m drowned in the same feeling and not willing to let it go.
Bright and blinding beauty engulfed in the blue sky with patches of dark and glowing cloud,
Mysterious smile, precious pearls between the pink petals of rose, so silent and the creator is so proud.
Gratified are the eyes and mind of every wonder lover as like me and why won’t they be,
The sight now feels like being meditated and addicted as well, and always glad to see.
Musical words intend to disperse out loud into the distractive vicinity,
And I let the thoughts roll off toward the welcoming ears placed at infinity.
The spot of wound if exists anywhere, would look like a shaded place surrounded by a fair land,
Vivid eyes and the curled blond hair, subsiding nightmares and seems like everything’s planned.
This is what the vision shows, the adorable thought inside you who knows,
Reflected is all through your appearance though, inputted as light and right inside the heart it goes.”
“More I excise, much more it grows and now I harvest in lot. Seasonal may be it is but the season is
unchanging, and so is my job. Meadow is filled with desired vegetation and the mind reflects everything
without hesitation. With time, the greenery gradually change to a dry and fertile land but sealed; a day
surely, the place will be discovered and the hidden treasures again will be revealed.
Poetry is inside every mind; words chosen and understood by the people of same kind. When the soul is
touched and bleached with charm; the body experiences comfort and the ambient feels warm.
Easily and fluently, the words pattern themselves in a rhythm and make a deep sense; loosely placed
words in a right way and to the right person, the content sound too vivid and dense.”
“Words are too less to explain it all,
But the mind is full of thoughts and intends to scroll,
The charm, the beauty, the vibrant ancient look,
Pleased is the creator himself and so is my soul.” by Partizan