You’ll Be Enticed

What ever you may say
I shall entice you one day
The charm of a woman
None can resist
No matter how much
One does persist.

I will entice you one day,
If it is not today,
At least
Some other day

With all the experience
Behind my years
I know by now
Only a girl can do
Without any fear,
No matter what her intentions be
Her lover that can never see

Lovely Words Yours

Your words resound
In my deaf ears,
Oh now I can hear
With my eyes

Oh dears
All of you must arise,
As the sun does rise,
For you are the
Today’s of tomorrow,
Shred off all tears of sorrow
For morrow after morrow,
We shall meet
And
With tears of joy
Each other
Shall we all greet?

The messages of love
Gone and disappeared
Made the beloved sad
it was the only source
Of hope
for those
Who lost hope
Messages of love
always watering
Beloved souls
so how can I stop?
Writing for my friend
Loved
With a wink
In his style.

BY MONA THE SECOND ARABIAN NIGHTS

BY LOVED FREEST FREE STYLE

Very Nice

What of Friends You Know

Friends are like flowers,
They smile and open up,
You smell their flavour,
Then all is over
And
The petals fall off
One by one,
In quick succession

Twins of Nature

You sound so good

When ever
I read you
I feel poetry comes to you
As it does to me
But to me silently
To you furiously
Like a tsunami
That’s what poetry is
Now I blindly can see
Nay hear thee

SON rise
If you permit me
Rise!
In winter
One rarely sees a dawn,
Sunrise,
That’s how
We appreciate it
When it,
Does rise,
(I mean sun)
Does in spring rise
Was my wording
A dawning surprise
Rise,
I mean
Sunrise.

What A Memory

Magical Mona

Your power of observation
And memory
Is very great
On Triond I have by now written
3570 plus poems
In a just about two years
How a scientist can compose poetry
And
Pull out a crowd of poets
From doldrums of ancient poetic fallacy
Leaves much scope for birth
Of modern days Shakespeares
Like I call myself one

The Taj Mahal

Is for ever
An everlasting image
For the homage paid
By any lover
Worth his salt
To his loved one.
A perpetual rose

It takes twenty years,
20000 men
And
Then money's worth
Of 20 crores INR
Convert into dollars
Billion upon billion
Then alone the love of life
Remains alive

As an example of love
For years a trillion billion
Short of eternity
Shah Jehan and Mumtaj Mahal
Still meet

Love Ain’t Blind Yet

My Poem
This poem will fade away,
Like a warm summer’s leaf,
Shades of palm trees
We suffer
The higher
The less it does shelter.

Why Do They Come!
Oh Rose,
They come yelling,
At the top of their croaking voice
We love thy poetry,
Silently they say,
Like hell!
Meaning exactly