A bard’s lost love..

Image Such cruel fate the "Moirai" weave,Yearning souls suffer, tied hands leave,and hearts grieve with shallow smiles."Converge!", "Diverge!" the kismet calls;Puppeteer show and dancing dolls;Life trolls the harrowing miles. Worded poems in bard's quivers,Not letters but his heart's slivers,He covers, conceals and hide."Love's just a melancholic play","Forget!" "Move on!" the logic say,and heart obeys to … Continue reading A bard’s lost love..

“B’lore’s Autumn Morning”

"Bangalore’s crisp autumn morn,Gradient blotted blue, dark-some gone,Sleepy yawn, greets chirping wings.Stoned paths riddle trimmed cushion grass,Yellow hedges crease fruiting mass,Shining gloss vivifies things." PS : My first "Cywydd Llosgyrnog"! Thanks to David and his previous post "Fate, or: Folly" , I learned this type of poetic meter. 🙏😌