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
For years they have been there--stoically oblivious To the world slipping out of time--caged in the dungeon of Down-shelves in my library...
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...
Only roses know the best of love And lips know the saddest lies So do I of a weird dream That bleeds but never dies The templ...