catch my eye
I wish to buy
the prices being so high
I refrain with a see
that keeps me in glee
I look at those with a sigh
oh! no, the prices are so high.
A little away from the garden
a hill so small is there
trees in full bloom
greenery all around.
The garden is so lovely
picturesque with lush green lawn
flower beds on either side
In the middle there is a pool
filled with water crystal clear
an ambience of beauty all over
neatly crafted around an aesthetic setting.
The house adds to the charm
corridors run all around
the doors open out to a courtyard
and the windows thrown open to the garden.
Not such scenario is seen elsewhere
this is an evangelical display
all in accordance to the tune
a rarity amongst the disarray.
I saw a bird different
all in light grey colour with a yellow beak
being not used to seeing birds of reference
having such distinct colour and sleek
wondered from where it came from.
Might be a migratory bird from a land
known for cold and snow in the realm
fearing the icy wind had flown grand
travelling thousands of miles across
flying over the seas and mountains
scared off the iceberg and thaws
has come to a place certain
where there be no frost and no cause
as to get killed in the cold
where it could survive in moderate climate
with lots of sunshine and water
feeling much better and comfortable in a state
after the passing away of the charter
possibly would return to her abode
refreshed and re equipped in strength
She was brooding over the happenings.
She was recollecting the trappings.
Her memory took her long back.
Reminding her of the days in a track.
Once she was a golden girl.
She moved along with lovely frills.
She hummed in musical shrill.
Everyone danced to her drills.
She grew up to become a lovely lady fair
She commanded respect in all the flair.
Gliding through the tracks in a rare,
she evoked a shining glare.
The curtains are falling down.
Her demeanour has become a frown.
Her appearance has lost its glamour.
She withdraws herself into her chamber.
She has to come out of her past.
Eventually accept the present.
Go about with the tide in glory.
That is how we have to end the story.
Well, that has become the regular fare,
A month here and months there keep it bare,
Nothing to rely ,but many things to care.
It was sheer envy seeing the movement before,
The same feeling lasts no more,
Moving places is a not fun all the more,
It turns out to be a terrific toil ever more.
Seeing places is extremely joyous,
Living in different places renders experience gregarious,
Going about all the time becomes tedious,
Releasing a morbid sensation accurately clueless.
Every life has a wear and tear,
Sitting firmly in a place is a fortunate chair,
Roaming in quest of livelihood is a sordid share,
Anyhow to get all in life is truly rare.
Lovely colours aren’t they?
They make us gay ,
All through the day,
I have lot more to say.
Pink is the lovely rose,
Pink are the chubby cheeks,
Pink are the cotton candies,
Oh!There are pink diamonds too.
White diamonds dazzle,
Yellow ones sparkle,
Pink extends a twinkle,
All from the carbon carbuncle.
Pink diamond is a gorgeous treat,
Found in the mines of Argyle,
A gem rare with a charm upbeat,
Oh!It is fabulously expensive .
Yellow and White diamonds are a costly call,
Eluding the grasp of all,
Pink ones remains a coveted tall,
Appropriate to the monarchy’s haul.
Delight of seeing induces a pleasure,
Desire to hold incites a longing,
Indeed it is a valid value,
No matter how small you might be.
Possession of those might make you beam,
Owning those is a precious dream,
Mostly those might pass on to the cream,
Few of those could make your ring finger gleam.
Pink diamonds turn you pink,
Prices rule out an angry pink,
Lustre spells out a blushing pink,
An owning foretells a futuristic pink.
Well,the story of diamonds is interesting,
Black cinders after million of years inputting,
Validate as precious gems scintillating,