dibyendra
02-14-2008, 12:29 PM
Love is in the air –
I could feel the dispersed fragrance of young hearts everywhere.
In their appealing outfits, everyone looks gorgeous in the glamorous sunset.
When the night sky is filled with the twinkling stars,
parks are adorned with the stunning colorful lights.
Couples are dancing sideways holding their drinks,
feeling the warmth of being near to each other,
underneath the twinkling stars and the crescent moon
with their cheek to cheek in a cuddle.
Blend of fragrances made the ambience intoxicating;
Garden of Eden, I assumed,
and piece of Heaven on the Earth, I felt.
Some couples on the bench, being nostalgic,
I assume, they are remembering the time when they first met with each other.
On this day, there should be no lonesome hearts;
they are seeking their luck,
if they could find someone matching on the day of valentine.
But, there in that corner,
I could see a heartbroken young lady with her tear-stained face.
I know she's looking for someone with loving arms in this moment.
There should be no tears tonight;
I approached her and tried to cheer her up.
There's the same story between us;
I would say how my love bloomed
on the last year of this day
and ended so soon before this very day.
But, life moves on dear,
and you might find far better than the one,
who has left you lonely in the vale of tears.
"Dry your eyes," I whispered,
"and bury the past. I know love hurts and it hurts really bad."
Let's talk something enchanting tonight.
But, let's not talk tonight
about the heroism, commitments, despondencies, and uncertainties.
Tonight, how about spending every single moment blissfully
and carry them in the book of memories?
Any good title for this poem? Any comments for this poem would be appreciated. Thank you.
I could feel the dispersed fragrance of young hearts everywhere.
In their appealing outfits, everyone looks gorgeous in the glamorous sunset.
When the night sky is filled with the twinkling stars,
parks are adorned with the stunning colorful lights.
Couples are dancing sideways holding their drinks,
feeling the warmth of being near to each other,
underneath the twinkling stars and the crescent moon
with their cheek to cheek in a cuddle.
Blend of fragrances made the ambience intoxicating;
Garden of Eden, I assumed,
and piece of Heaven on the Earth, I felt.
Some couples on the bench, being nostalgic,
I assume, they are remembering the time when they first met with each other.
On this day, there should be no lonesome hearts;
they are seeking their luck,
if they could find someone matching on the day of valentine.
But, there in that corner,
I could see a heartbroken young lady with her tear-stained face.
I know she's looking for someone with loving arms in this moment.
There should be no tears tonight;
I approached her and tried to cheer her up.
There's the same story between us;
I would say how my love bloomed
on the last year of this day
and ended so soon before this very day.
But, life moves on dear,
and you might find far better than the one,
who has left you lonely in the vale of tears.
"Dry your eyes," I whispered,
"and bury the past. I know love hurts and it hurts really bad."
Let's talk something enchanting tonight.
But, let's not talk tonight
about the heroism, commitments, despondencies, and uncertainties.
Tonight, how about spending every single moment blissfully
and carry them in the book of memories?
Any good title for this poem? Any comments for this poem would be appreciated. Thank you.