The Moon Shyly walks the Starry Ramp.
I dream of life as a story with moving pictures.With moments passing the pictures change.As I choose the best ones, a collage forms.I name it “memories beautiful”.
she shines like the Sand upon his rise“He’s her Sun” Love, Parallel Growth
they fly and take me to the world of seasons,where I hop along my imaginary plane.through sun, through flowers, through rainy showers,through rustling leaves, through ice cold breeze.I have a pot in hands while I return back,I plant a seed and see it growing with all the elements I had picked up from that worldContinue reading “Thoughts”
All he had was a Silent Applaud, an Invisible Crowd and a Fearless Heart. Dedicated to the Specially Abled.
She holds the lamp looking for him on the dark streets.She doesn’t know It holds his name engraved on it. Lamp will take her to him.
I saw nature painting the bricks in one corner of my house as green, white and black. rainbrick stainsgreenwhiteblacknature paints
like a flapping wing, it takes us higher and higher. It’s “Love” #simile
the magical aromathe wonderful sightand the sheer silence Perfect time to sip on my coffee.
He wears her shadow,which she left against the moonlight, the day they were put asunder.