Wednesday, 23 November 2011
Where moist clouds are ginned upon wide floor of an azure sky
Where a mirthful forktail dances with an unnamed stream
Where the newborn Sun showers an orange smile upon grazing fields
Where fires of colours paint rainbow upon mountain crests
Where life walks on holding warm palms of joy and sorrow
Where expressions turn into whispers inside the soul
Where the finest tunes of the world take refuge in silence
There lies my freedom
Darkness….lovely darkness…the smoke around.. Swirling up…sketching elf in white cloak…fading somewhere; Alone…the silence…mind dro...
Kids, I’m sorry to be late in offering you a vacation topic to ponder over. Here it is (Just a few lines for you only in the midst of a bit ...
The pavement borrows romance from dry smile of a dying moon; the night bleeds in unprovoked assault of moments redefining mirth and birt...
Destiny reigns; silent and ageless in the Mortuary of passions and thoughts; An indisputable certainty in the vacuity Of an ...