Under The Moonlight

Moonlight drifts when the night is quiet,

a time when there is hope in darkness,

painting the world with silver lines.

Sitting on the edge of a star,

looking the luminous of moon from far.

Upbringing the price for fame,

hoping to live the life once again.

Crimson love hard to breathe,

asking us to feel the things.

Shining between the stars,

gives eternity which makes us all.

The lady luck into the light,

kisses our face with songs of life.

Fortunate to be the one among all,

trends to write in words with pride and love. ~R.S

The Road Prevails

To now we are even

justified with hitchhike taken

Now for seen,miles to go

discontent of seasons bow

Not to mention the roads taken
shall find roses,laurel and myrtle

Cheering twice takes enough hate
Its the Nature’s blended notes that wreathes

Heavy thrill of pleasure counts

It is the soul that thorougly mourns ... ~ R.S