# Meeting..

                                          Meeting...

  

Same time, same place, I wait for you everyday,

Holding your hand, I walk with you on the same way…

When I enter...

                       The trees sway to and fro, as if overloaded with joy...

                       And the leaves welcome me, with round of applause...

Then sitting on the same bench,

In our thoughts, completely drench...

My eyes glitter, with respect to bow,

For every corner I look, is filled with “Wow!”...

The evening was spreading its beauty, every where,

Together we saw, orange, pink, the rarest of rare...

Birds were creating silhouette, as if a canvas, not the orange sky,

Making different shapes, as we saw them, flying by...

Resting my head on your shoulder, as I smiling shy,

Pulling me more close to you, I felt your hearts peaceful sigh …

Holding me close you said-

                                    “The day the world ends, this is how... It should be...” 

Our eyes met,

And smiles, on our lips were set...

Whispering, I took your name ……,

The moment was perfect, as it came...

Slowly the orange sky turned into grey,

The twinkling stars peeped, as if saying “Hey...”

Realising, its time, for me to say Goodbye...!

Everyday, to meet you, some time I borrow,

Kissing you goodbye, I say “Same Time, Same Place, Tomorrow…”

Written by: Rashmi Ramesh..

# Simple Thought..

                                  Simple Thought..

It feels, like a great day,

Small and simple things, when learnt in a special way..

That something, was a simple thought,

Seeing at a painting, which I got..

Wow! A great creation,

With such a simple imagination..

The painting was the best,

Seeing at, I forgot the rest..

The painter, drew a brown horse,

With dashing features of course..

The horse was running freely,

On a mountain full of greenery..

Beautiful was the scenery.

The horse was dancing with a sensation,

As if, freed from all worldly temptations..

Its eyes were shining with joy,

Same like a child, when he sees a toy..

The painting was beautiful,

I learnt a lesson and felt wonderful..

Written on it was.. “It’s My Life!”

It was best in its own type..

We forget, we ignore the simple,

Running behind things, that lifelessly twinkle..

You don't need anything, happy to be,

Just love yourself and let the mind be free..

Closing my eyes I take a chance,

That very painting which gives me a glance..

Feelings of being special and a free one,

Every time glowing my eyes with curiosity and fun..

Written by: Rashmi Ramesh..