JOLLY BHATTACHARJEE

JOLLY BHATTACHARJEE

ADORNING EACH OTHER

By adorning her beauty with love,

He casts a spell on her

Her thoughts and wishes longed to be by him


And his image reflected in her~

Involuntary notion cascaded over the mind


And her heart felt the warmth


Rerunning those memories to inundate, 


She rediscovers her adorning self~

As he gently touches her,

Looking eye to eye they smile 


The Vibrant glow was visible in both their faces


As love oozed in every corner of their heart~

The soft silky hair that blew with the winds,


Touching a cuckoo’s song


The fragrance of rose spread its aroma,


When in love they embraced to belong~

Ravishing flare of sensation reached his heart


As she looked at him with love to adore


“O’ how precious she is and mine she belongs”


Were the thoughts running in his mind~


Being proud of each other’s presence


And knowing how vital a role one plays


They both willingly submerge in love 


Affirming their worthy self~

*Jhimly*
17/4/2016, Copyright: Jhimly

LOVE DESTINATION

My dream flies over to a

Love-Destination

Where you and I could bond in love

A land that adorns us with beauty and grace


And delight that lifts our heart~


I called your name in my dreams 


And you were there, … there by my side


I wanted to caress that moment forever, 


And you my love~

in my gentle ways to abide.


Not in haste nor out of bounds 


But for me and you,.. those very instants


No other thought troubled the mind
~

Just being with you then,.. and Thereafter 
caressing those moments.


Hope and optimism, shall wins over every folly


Asserting a possible course for us to explore~


The voyage to navigate into that dreamland


Or just let the breeze of life take over its course.


I wish it true, I wish is firm


A destiny chosen for us, maybe some time~


Liberating the worries and doubts to fly
In charm and delight, I know the time shall come~

*Jhimly* 
16/4/2016, Copyright: Jhimly

WORDS FROM THE TREE OF MIND

Words fall from the tree of mind

Some stacked, some scattered here and there

Some collected in a random heap


No purpose no meaning to feed~

A name perhaps would have emerged

From those clusters of words and letters

Or a sequence of essences surfaced into a note

Caught on those fallen twigs that dispersed~

A string of words might have perched

Green and fresh as the spring leaves

Every branch would have cast a shade of solace

Sitting under which would have been a Bliss~

But now that they are scattered

I try to Phrase them into a certain place

But off they go swiped by the mocking breeze

And I stop to see them dance with the winds~

*Jhimly*

14/4/2016, Copyright:

JOLLY BHATTACHARJEE