Blossoms of Philocrisy

Frangrace melts in air with blushing red roses.
I never wink at them.
They link my heart with thy elegance.
I am melting at heart all along my path.

Greenwich cries to limit the time.
I am never lost in time.
I am born to win.
See the tunnels of time bolster our destiny.

Symphonies are born in air without any meaning.
I am known to speak in a world of legacy.
I sign my letters of spirit with the anguish of love,
woven in the fabric of mystery in a mindless quagmire of passion.

Love is always born to beneign gratitude
and the unknown sands of mystic communion,
call upon us to reach the Eternal.
God lives in the hearts of all those wedded with boundless compassion.
(A poem of mangal)
(Copy right:Mangalaprathaban.M June15,2014)

Sinking threats of yellow men

I am not good at bloody path.
We wink and blink at all those
who spare the rod and spoil the child.
Never imitate the past and present.
Keep smiling at everyone and fly with future.
Cry for a while and laugh at the King Midas
who wants to sell iron scraps with golden words.
Never spill the nonsense with urgency.
Create shadow wars of  yesterday and
disown the Messiah of the Past.

Walking at the Dawn

 I walk at the dawn of the day,
 facing the blushing Sun and passing meadows.
Every bird greets me aloud but I walk all alone
and sometimes jog for a while.

Creating lengthy tales of tourism,
I am just walking against the time and wind.
Simple thoughts  freeze my dream 
and siphon my wealth of passion.

There are a few strangers looking at my bluish sky 
and shining Moon in the company of stars.
I am still walking all the way home,
smiling at all who greet me so early.

Lovely day blossoms in the garden of the Mother Earth.
The blessed are those who walk at the dawn.
I remind my beloved mind to plan the day ahead.
My students are the warblers of this melting dawn.