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”
the magical aromathe wonderful sightand the sheer silence Perfect time to sip on my coffee.
I draw pictures in Future to make them memories of Past. dreamingdreaming with open eyes
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.
She rises both like the Sun and the Star to make his days and nights twinkling bright.
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 vase of patience is fragile,hold it with care. Don’t let it break.
he’s summer, she’s spring, his warm residues help her bloom.