SIBLINES

To the mountain of sand,
I told my story.
And in the end,
He remained unmoved.
Then,
To a drop of water,
I told my story.
And she became a rain,
Yes, down poured.
...And the rain flood into her heart,
Where I believed my destiny lied,
She stood string with me,
Like an unmoved mountain,
Held my hand in her's,
Made me trust in myself,
To move through,
The dark tunnels of confusions...

BE + VE

(This is a Sonnet in Iambic Tetra Meter with aaaabbbb, bbbcca rhyming scheme.)

The dark-fledged night is here and near,

And moon-lit night is found no where.

I thought for days why days are rare,

And found no ways to end my snare.

I then looked up to sky so far,

And through the clouds I saw a star.

It smiled at me from way that far,

That twinkling beam thus healed my scar.

I got to know that nights not mar,

And need no days to fill my jar.

If I can be a shining star,

Then nights can turn to days for sure.

All that I need is try to cure,

The dark-fledged night without a fear.