THE FULL MOON

The  full moon

He fool moon’s here again

Dangling in the sky

In the dark, brightly it shines

Lonely but boldly shinning

The full moon’s here again

With memories of dark lonely night

With chains and strings of emotions

Spent in prayers and devotions

Holy moments only peep in portions

The rest glaring in as illusions

Whose moments of peeping through the window

Watching couples hand in hand, matching bellow

Moments in bed, spent with the pillow

Dawning to the strange glare of the full moon

The full moon’s here again

Here again the moments to change

From lonely to gaudy though the day

Under the full moon, the call was made

The magical call that brought thus fame

In your heart, the full moon, dwelled they say

The short way to paradise it may

Paradise on earth under the new moon

The moon brought paradise with you...

THINGS TO REMEMBER

 A woman’s wraths,
Like a volcanic, let to erupt,
From its shell made to depart;
Some do last, some sublime;
Like an angel wing made to flap.

A man’s minds,
Like the sky, holding all seasons in June;
Gloomy day, next calling for a dance;
Like a calm sea flowing to the mountains;
Like a palm tree, growing on ice caps.

A child’s hearts,
Like a summer breeze made to blow;
Like the golden lilies’ made to show;
Love birds, made to sail upon the winter snow;
A wailing violin, upon the silent nights;
Like a white cloud upon the sunny day.