Memory of a White Peacock

 And love just fades away

As the sand of times…..

That dispossess love into a

Very solatic memory

That just lives in a memory

in itself.

Love is a very blithe soul

Don’t hold it in your hand

Because it is bird, like

“Nightingale”

Its nature is its muse

And it seeks solace as the

“Skylark”

In its freedom

That dashes through the sky

And far far beyond

To discover its beauty

in its presence.

Love is like a white peacock

The way it unfurls its feather

To show its different colours

Which is the significance

Of its varying mood,

the mind being white

Love is love itself

In itself seeks its beauty,

Grandeur, exquisite moods of paradise.

When one in love

One gets the hold of the universe

The joy of life

The beauty of nature,

Along with all the elements,

Water, air, earth, fire

That combine together

To give one of the highest spirits called

“Passimotion”

But once its fade away

from ones life

As the moon that suddenly leaves the sky alone

one night!!!

But that doesn’t mean that

You haven’t taste the honey of love

your entire life……………………

                                                                               

                                                                                                                Moramee das

                                                                                                            1^st June 2008