The Garden

A stretch of land to miles away,
where green plants and pretty flowers lay.
No more beautiful can a garden be,
everyting there I had to see.
Friuts and flowers that adorn the place,
with the scenery, slows my pace.
I strode through the vibran sunflowers,
even as the humming bird hovers.;
Through the twirling vines and velvety roses,
as I took deep breathes in pauses.
Bamboos & creepers make the gateways,
which radiate in the sun's rays .
As the wind breezes from head to toe,
I lose track of all my woe.
A garden tto soothe my body and mind,
This is the only one of that kind.
Sauntering through it ,time flew by.
Dusk fell and the light started to die.
Even as the darkness loomed,
The Sakura still proudly bloomed.
The tailorbirds started to sew ,
As I , unwillingly , bid adieu .
I would return again ,
When my heart is in pain.
Since it is in that realm ,
which realizes all my dream.

The Battlefield

I am starting off with my poem that i wrote some days ago. Please read through it and comment. :)



Therein lies the majestic Battlefield,
Where was used the weapons and shield.
Long ago was the great war,
one which was much above par.
Their own ground the armies stood,
For this was the battle between Evil and good.
Hinged on it was the Future,
of the values,they nurture.
At their leader's shout ,at dawn,
the armies race and meet head on.
Each warrior is different in his own right
Yet there is something that unites their might.
Hunger for victory,determination and courage:
These surapass the magic craft of any mage.
these are no mean warriors that fight,
each is worthy of a ballad on his might.
Weapon to weapon ,hand to hand ,they fought.
Submit to the other ,both will not.
Warriors killed and were killed,but the battle raged on.
After all it doesnt end till one side has won.
The battalion fought with or without weapons or armour,
not caring if the weather was colder or warmer.
Legions were killed ,many commanders fell,
but neither side had an andvantage to tell.
The day when the lowest peoople did the greatest thing,
Victory was for the good side and their King.
The efforts of his army went,not in vain,
As the dark lord fell ,never to rise again !

The Numero Uno !

This is the Numer Uno Post of mine. I will start to blog from now on.

Till the next time : Adios