An outflow of words
there being no meaning
but be it full of notes
pleasing to the ears
making the heart happy
getting into the depth
there we feel no sense
as it is a string of words
blowing up too much
nothing pertaining to reality
something bordering on emptiness
yet it reaches many and more
how much it be shallow
that does not bother
but raised to great levels
by the one who uttered
and by the one who heard
that being the easiest way
the facile win all over
called as an interesting conversation
termed as an engaging convention.
Tag: pleasing
The Windy Wind—- Music.
The wind is a song pleasing
with a breeze blowing gently
humming into your ears
passing through your face
making your hair fly
and you enjoy the soft blow,
The wind also is a song of anger.
as a storm blowing fiercely
upsetting every other on the way
destroying the ambience
killing a few in its ferocious blow
devastating the lives of many.
The wind blows sad
with the haunting sound
penetrating through the trees
making the leaves rustle in melancholy
more or less echoing like a cry
as though emanating from the wilderness.
The bellows of the instruments
derive their music from the wind
with the flute and harmonica
along with the trumpet and saxophone
that work on the wind’s technique.
It was a beautiful red flower in full bloom.
It was a pleasing red .
It was a lovely red.
It was a cheerful red.
It was not angry red.
It was not fiercely red.
It was not dangerously red.
It beckoned with a grace.
It reckoned with a poise.
It depicted a welcome choice.
It portrayed a smiling face.
The red flower’s charm lasted a day.
The red colour faded the next day.
The next morn it drooped down dead on the ground grey.