Festival time.

Snowy Christmas,
Air crisply laden with cold and frost.
Lips red, red dress,
Santa Ho- Ho, trees with a glossy gloss.

Ringing bells, reindeers in dreams,
Blood red tomatoes, leafy green greens.
Too much to celebrate, and so many smiles around,
Festivities galore in the air, more than ever seen.

She puts on her dress and smacks on some lipstick,
And steps out to be a part of the celebrations.
Dreams in her eyes, a wishing wand in her hand,
She is busy weaving her dreams into stories, some mute, SOME WITH UNPRECEDENTED ANIMATION.

– Stuti

A winter love.

That year as the winters approached,
It became cold like it always did.
Sweaters were out, mufflers galore,
Winds loud and chilled.

The fog made it white and bland,
Even if beautiful because of the blur.
The stars all fought for attention,
For the fog hid them from the pretty sighing girl.

There but seemed to be a warmth around,
It was different, new and nice.
A glow in the eyes, a red blush on the cheeks,
They seemed to be competing, those age old rivals- THE LANGUAGE OF LOVE AND WINTERS OF THE WISE!

– Stuti

A party?

Sometimes words are the best cover up there is,
And smiles mean a million things.
Eyes are a reflection of emotions,
And words need no speaking.

When the universe conspires to make everything perfect,
And when the imperfect seems perfect too,
When its too bright to stare at the stars,
And yet starry are the eyes that woo.

Those moments she wants to clutch, and not let go of,
Those moments she wants to preserve in memory and logs everywhere.
For, words and smiles, and stars and the moon, are all going to a party she’s told,
And as her heart flutters in a tune, she’s out to ENJOY IT TOO!

– Stuti