The Blade Of Grass

In verdant pasture
Each blade gesture
To the butterfly
In my heart lie.

Your beauty
And my sincerity
Will fill our soul with gaiety
Over comming all gravity.

Let us capture
The essence of Nature
Bound to one another
mystery of life to gather.

Sweet Love

Identity of the river
Is in the banks forever
They protect and guide
Water being its pride.

By its bubbling sound
Happiness banks have found
Mingling of the souls
Majestic beauty governs.

Capturing each other presence
They gain prominence
Since the light in their heart dance
Has got a secure stance.

by Venkatesh M.R.

  

The Dance Of The Buterfly

Displaying vivid colors
It flies between flowers
May be to attract
Luring some one to protect.

But in flowers impermanance
Butterfly hesitates to take a stance
Although life it love
Deep it can't plough.

Thus life is a game
With different names
But the longing of the heart
Got its own intrensic light.

Hidden Ray

The longing of the river
Of in the banks beaming flower
Urges it flow back
And at night it keeps awake.

It wants to hold its hands
So tall it can stand
From its charsimatic beauty
To be free from surrounding gravity.

The serene ray inside
It depends on to guide
Since flower is its pride
And wants to possess by its side.