To my valentine

When the life feels to take upon an unknown place I feel like residing with my valentine for the lifelong conquering all the success that made me to implement a description about my valentine… loving my valentine doesn’t need any physical distress .. For me my pegs of wine with smooches of my cigarette can make me feel my hell as heaven …. For me my valentine won’t be extraordinarily beautiful … all I need is the beauty of romance that would make me feel even the world to beneath my feet…. Ya I do love you all above the top of this world …. All I need is yours consequences for me would be same as that I have had and will have for you …to my valentine not only February 14^th would be the special day …… even though its January 12^th I would make that’s special ….. although a specialization date makes me show my love to the world but every night as together with day would be the worlds most lovable moment that I would create or else I would interpret in your mind…. Luv ya always…I didn’t wrote this because you are special to me in some special occasions but your interpretation in my mind as type writer makes me feel as if I am on worlds biggest hill top and you are aside me …. But my love would never decrease on implementing everyday with you although it would replenish more and more as I become more close enough to you …. That’s why I say “loving yew never ends”

To all the over raged peoples of transcending hope….

All I think love is my upcoming slope;

To the eagerness of accepting all the height……

Was only because of my valentine’s sight;

Enjoying the rustles of ripen plums with their sound….

Could be well guessed sitting down at the ground;

To take a well nestled den beneath the lake….

Was all because of the cool breeze that she intake;

Of that sleeping shadow was although at distance height...

Choosing her was like eagerness of her gazing sight;

Of my aroma that made her to become what she was not…

Came lightly as it was my only spot;

Although the rounded moon started to run…

But I desired her as my dawn’s sun;

Describing the swirling of her long scented hair….

Could be well traced in the vast amount of air;

To the cuckoo that loved to sing….

Was all because she had a wing;

Of that shaded lake flowing in stream…

Could make my life as a beautiful theme;

Along with the whistling breathe she intake…

Made me to accept her even after the death;

With those costly dews that showered as rain….

Was like keeping her ice creams stain;

When I think to come to a position to be in rest….

She seems to be sitting at the hearts crest;

With the arrival of the indecent flow of sleep…..

I found no one can be present in such a steep;

Climbing on the toughest mountain that rage…

She entered to my life with an astonished gaze;

Starting for couple of second’s with arrival of breeze…

Was accumulating snow to make us freeze;

Accepting the ultimate beauty of my life…..

I found I am at the hearts strife;

With all round happiness I got to click on kisses…

Which paved me way to write my verses;

With the inverse of the love that is unseen……

Should be unique and evergreen;

Of the people who stare before us to mere…..

Seems to be like as if they don’t appear;

Of our love that bloomed and seems to be old……

Was nothing but simply like the bulks of gold;

Of the rich treasures that stains our status to moan…

I stand before depriving the others that it is what I own;

(LOVING YEW NEVER ENDS)

BY: - PUPU MOHANTY