Thursday, 26 May 2016

Spree

Like beauty and buzz of this world
Humming voices and colors were 
joy of that world,

Like our daily thankless winks and wine
The days were blooming orange and shine

Like a story so beautiful
Like words so kind
This victory was merciful
This was a new a self find

Smiled high with a half raised toe
In my erratic mood I secretly took a bow

This battle was different 
This win was melodious 
The songs of ballad ,
And the deepest sigh
Lord blessed me with a happy Nouvelle Vie!

Love to thee
Kiran Sakkar Sudha
People,
The new i met
The old i am blessed
Are distant and far
Are not at par
One set loves without informing
Other set loves with all the informing

The people i met hector months ago
Live far in distance
Live far from love
The love in my heart or love from my soul
The compassion is compared
The love is impaired
To ever think of 'em as the people to whom
I have to owe

God keep them happy
Keep them away
In my secret thoughts
I love few everyday
I kill few everyday


I crave my people, in this town of unknown
Bow some care, and love seed sow
I wish to submit,
Submit relentlessly!
Regards
Kiran Sakkar Sudha