THIS IS SO GOOD. the only thing is that ” a golden sort of haze” is not 10 syllables, but that line is SO BEAUTIFUL

Being more than just random combined sounds
A fusion of instruments and motion
Create and produce beauty that surrounds
Harmony that expresses emotion
Dancing with the influence of the notes
Representing along with written tones
Known as the art of composing quotes
And as the science of performing groans
Being based on the lyricist awards
And the problems that are noticed around
The pleasing harmonious softly chords
Mostly being listened on the background
Ready to shift the plot of your story
With all the ambitions of the glory

1. Would I then contemplate a desiccation
2. Removing all the hard and juicy years
3. To stand alone with facts and dedication
4. Forget the lows, the hardships and the fears

1. No best to look towards the logbook headings
2. The hills the land the foreshore and the steadings
3. Then we can sum the sunsets and the glories
4. In schoolbus runs and tender bedtime stories

1. To add up all the humble tasks of love and daily being
2. Is complex both for blind as well as seeing

Another day in this cycle of hell
Another suitor to whom myself I sell
sickness hungers for what I can’t afford
Something else to strengthen these chains I’m sured

(Alas)
You come walking in radiance and light
You the king who has come to make all right
The exchange complete and now I am yours
As you tell me I was yours to adore

I drop my shackles and to you embrace
And you wipe away the tears streaming down my face
You pick up my chains and shoulder my pain
And you rejoice as your son is reclaimed

Your life was the cost paid to set me free
yet in joy you went, and yet you bought me

That balcony glimpse soon turned into a sweet flower
In my palm, filling my soul with blissful fragrance; as if
In a swoon, I was oblivious of Time’s ceaseless devour.
It became a make-believe world of pleasures and mischief.

My precious possession, I always hid in my inmost heart,
I knew you will be there enclosed in love till it keeps beating,
Then in a dream I saw a glittering star aloft, like my sweetheart!
It was my priceless jewel stolen, I knew below, as I lay panting.

Thus have I had you – as a dream – like a star in the sky,
As my life of loneliness for me remains my only alibi.

My tribute ti the bard from his signpost opening line. BSM Murty

There are some things I often ask myself
While wondering if it will just be dreams
Questioning whether I can reach the wealth
Self worth and success faraway it seems
As I run through this life of mine so crazy
Staying positive as I move ahead
My path can sometimes become hazy
Tripping I continue my uphill tread
Everyday getting closer I feel
Inner peace and fulfillment very near
My dreams are slowly becoming real
My true path to happiness starts to clear
Maybe I answered some of my questions
Using my own power of suggestion

Hi Daisey. The rhyme structure and number of lines is right for a sonnet but you have not written in iambic pentameter (described above, but ten syllables in that are red in 5 pairs – Dah Dum Dah Dum Dah Dum Dah Dum Dah Dum). If I was to rewrite one of your quatrains in iambic pentameter it might look (and sound) something like this:

I watched the news on telly until blind
Fiction or fact? the two become so blurred
So many sides but none that are aligned
The normal we once knew is now unheard

Language is not only for speak and write:
She evolve asper science tweak and peak!
Tamil after thousand years seek and bright:
She floats in literary space with mock and knock!

Thee classic language is the highest in spoken:
The science with all its petals embed its stylish form!
The mosaic vintage is for people to awaken:
The medicinal world neglect its herbal ancient norm!

Waves not stop touching as the shore likes!
Caves not stop echoing as the pitch likes!