The warm air, the sunlight, and the clouds, is all I am surrounded with. I am in my parachute of imagination right now.
Her Crowded Mind looked for Peace in Crowded Places.
How can we see something Formless? “By giving it a Form.” Like we give our thoughts a form by writing them.
At some places they hold each other, at some places they are distant, at places one of them is dominant. They are colours and their various combinations make a beautiful painting.
The rumble could no more scare her as now she was the rising Storm.
they are floating wools,the woven designs of nature,Oh how I wish, I could knit one, only if I could touch and catch them,I would weave the most beautiful shapes of heart and faces,when they rain, they leave traces,on the sand, on the grass,on the shriveled parts,the love, the expressions spread in the air,the laughs andContinue reading “Clouds”
it comes along wherever I travel, with few of my lovely belongings and clicked memories it follows me, always welcoming for the new things on my way, it never runs out of space, it’s my old suitcase.
I have seen poverty, more of affluence,I have seen harmony and discord,I have seen faces, I have gone places,I hide, I reveal,I am honest, I deceiveI destroy, I build. A veteran gypsy,I am none but a Penny in your hands.