Skip to main content

To the Heavenly Beauty - 3



Evenings are filled with the melody of the flute,
Peacocks dancing at the tunes of your feet,
Feathers fluttering hearing your magical voice,
Is it the sun’s shadows or your silhouette that gives,
The beauty to the serene nature during the dusk.

Which is more beautiful? The Waterfalls of the heaven,
Or the beauty of Your hair falling with mesmerizing rhythm,
The rhythm engulfed in the divine music played from the flute,
To be heard by fairies in heaven, who show their love,
Which is the purest of all, in this whole existence.

I know where to find heaven, not to be distracted by findings,
Of sages, who perform penance for years and years on.
It’s in your hands, which holds the garland of love,
Love of your unassuming beauty, and care that matches none.
Heaven is the place, where our love blossoms, for ages unknown.

Heaven envies you, for being more beautiful than anything it has,
From flowers to flavors of all that exists in it.
You are that rare beauty, that I hold dear to me,
In times of good or in times of despair,
Full of love, to be cherished for eternity.


Labels:
Location: Chennai, Tamil Nadu, India

Comments

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

ख़्वाबों की मल्लिका

तुम जैसी चमकती तारे नहीं  पूछलो रात में उन्ही से सही  चाँद ने बोली में हूँ न सही  बोलो सूरज ने बोला सही की नहीं  क्या तेरी सूरत किसी से मिली  मेरी प्यारी जैसा कोई जग में नहीं  दुनिया में खूभी तुम जैसे नहीं  कोशिश किया पर सफल न हुई  सूरज तो एक ही देखा और कही  चमकती हो तुम सूरज जैसी ठीक सही  सच नहीं तो प्यार तुम से कैसे हुई  तुम नहीं तो वहां मैं कभी नहीं  सोना तो एक ही है सोचके सोया नहीं  इतनी सुन्दर होकर  तुम  क्यूँ पास नहीं  सच में तुम एक ही हो और कोई नहीं  मेरे पास में ही रहथि हो क्यूँ और कोई 
Post a Comment
Read more

To My Dream Girl - 4

You are the zenith of beauty, the Gods admire, You give beauty a chance for it to express itself, In its most magnificent form with extravagancy, To be admired by the whole creation of God, Standing tall with your feminity incomparable, To any of the meticulously crafted nature’s beauty. Words are poems, if you begin to speak of them, Sounds are music, if you begin to whistle it, Scribblings are paintings, if you begin to draw them, Footsteps are art, if you begin to walk on them, Movements are dance, if you begin to perform it, You are the essence of love if you begin to feel for it. The world stands still, when you look at it with love, With parrots and hummingbirds, singing your beauty, In the gardens of my palace, sculptured with fine art, Depicting your past times, while you are awake, And the dreams you get, while you are asleep, And all the beautiful moments in between. You are the words in my odes of love, You are the melody in the sounds I hear, You are the picturesque art in ...
Post a Comment
Read more

To the Heavenly Beauty - 4

Radha, Embodiment of joy and laughter, decorating Krishna With her pretty looks and mischievous grin, even heaven celebrates. Love is all Krishna has for Radha, giving meaning to love itself, Ties of togetherness, in Heaven, Earth and Beyond, At the times of dawn, dusk, and in a state timeless,  Telling tales of eternal love and bond, of divine beauty. Radha, the pretty one, Krishna always contemplates, In divine past times of Vrindavan, where birds chirp at, Radha’s names, to call Krishna, to get His attention. It’s only by Radha’s names, Krishna listens, Even to the melodies of beautiful songs, or on odes of nature And its scintillating beauty, As none is as captivating as Radha herself. When love was born, it stared at Radha’s eyes, when it saw Krishna there, it was confused who was more luckier, Whether it is Love, Radha, or Krishna himself. Love said it’s me, Radha said it’s me,  Krishna finally said it’s Us, bond made in heaven, Even words can’t separate us, how come lov...
Post a Comment
Read more