During salad days
colourful dreams
fills the eyes;
Fire of passions get
kindled by the
touch of spring!
No fear of blazing sun,
downpour or heavy storms,
only beauty and love in
all its rainbow colours.
Mind sings like a Nightingale
during moonlit nights;
passionate emotions dances
within the heart in full
excitement;
ecstasy in the whole being;
only sparks of love permeats
in the ambience.
Slowly winter sets in,
boiling blood freezes,
snowfall turns green leaves
to yellow;
shivering in the voice of
Nightingale;
dance of desires take a
backstep;
mind slows down
outward journey and
start moving inwards.
Silence occupies mind
paving way for inner ears to
hear the melodius music
of cosmos!
Dreams turn into visions;
ephemeral desires slowly move out;
heart yearns for something
divine and permanent,
where there is no fear of
changing seasons!
(c) 2016 B.S.Saroja
19/09/2016
Note: This poem has been published in Poets Dream community's anthology poetry
book 'Seasons Volume II' (page No.93-94)
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