Mid-summer night's dream ...

During my good old school days, I was not good at art; I tried pencil sketches and I ended up with this poem, for the girl i didn't know in my sketch. I found the same magical and beautiful eyes i dream't of in the girl that i dedicate this blog to; she is ... 



Deep in the Eyes slept my Sorrow;
waiting for better morrow.
Nightmare has struck again;
Disaster in real; very little pain.
Drizzle of tears closed my eye;
May or may not I survive.
Still there is some sigh;
for which I can be alive.
I muse; though William Shakespeare's, you are my
    "Mid-summer night's dream"

ಕಣ್ಣ ಪಯಣ ...

ಈ ಸುಂದರ ಆಳದ ನಯನ;
ಬಿತ್ತಿದೆ ಎದೆಯಲ್ಲಿ ತಲ್ಲಣ.
ಈ ನನ್ನ ಜೀವದ ಪಯಣ;
ಸಾಗಲಿ ಹುಡುಕುತ್ತ ಜೀವನ.

ಆ ಗೊಂಬೆಯ ಆಳದ ಕಣ್ಣ;
ನಿಲ್ಲಲಿ ಮನದಲಿ ಚಿತ್ರಣ.
ಈ ಹೊನಲ ಜೀವನದ ಪಯಣ;
ಸಾಗರದ ಜೊತೆಯಲ್ಲಿ ಮಿಲನ.

ಈ ಸುಂದರ ನಿನ್ ಈ ವದನ;
ಬೆಳಗಲಿ ಬಾಳಿನ ಕಣ ಕಣ.
ನೀ ನನ್ನ ಮನಸಿನ ಕದನ;
ಆದೆ ನೀ ನನ್ನ ಈ ಕವನ.

Eyes ... the purest part of me in you ...

This is one of the poems, I wrote for the beautiful chocolate eyes... i ever saw.

Ever seen toddler smile; for distant cacao bask shine at night;
For I see probity; amour the Au pair share in your chocolate eyes;
Muse while I wonder, let thee guard the twin beau as mole there ever;
Feeling of loneliness in a crowd for now, lost in those duo forever.
lids close shying to wink at me; lest I'm always there, when I see;
the purest part of me in you, as a drop of rain in the deep sea.


In my naive words of comparison; I compare the chocolate brown eyes of her to the distant chocolate like sun at night (moon). Its me like a kid smiling on seeing this chocolate moon.

I see honesty and innocence in her eyes; as purity. I see that there is love affair between the two equally beautiful chocolate eyes.

I talk to myself while wondering that let me guard these twin beautiful eyes as a mole which will be permanently be there ever.

Even though there are people around me; crowd around me I still feel alone now, as I'm lost in those eyes of her forever.

Those eyes close in shyness as they are winking at me, its her way of expressing me, that I'm in her eyes and captivated. Again when I see into her eyes, I see myself.

Well as I say 'the purest part of me in you, as a drop of rain in the deep sea.' Those beautiful eyes stand for purity as me representing the eyes; like a pure rain drop in the vast sea.

This has been liked by her and many other friends of mine ... let me share ... the purest part of me in you ...