Celebration and Jubilation….

Decibels of Joy, Unsung verses, A placid symphony, It is that time of year. A surreal white, A burnished cold, That warms your heart, Soothing the anguish, Subduing the rant, It makes you smile. You want to live it each time, For it is that time of year, When love pervades, Amidst jingles of joy,… Continue reading Celebration and Jubilation….

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An ode to spring-3(a cinquain)

A song, Euphonious, Lilting,stirring,blending, Spreading tranquility unfeigned, A bliss.

An ode to Spring -2( an etheree)

Soulful melody through whispering trees, Luscious notes reverberating through, Infusing into my deep core, Redolent with love unbound, Seeping into cold veins, An ambrosial rythm, Full of sweet love Icicles, Melted, A Bliss, Deep.

Lohri(a haiku)

Today is the festival of Lohri in North India. Sitting in the biting chill besides the bonfires,basking in its warmth and revelling in the love of our dear ones. Crimson ember sparks, The wintry haze shuddering, As new hopes dazzled.

Celebrating 200 Followers

I am excited on reaching this milestone! Thank you dear fellow bloggers for your unwavering support. It is a beautiful journey to grow and learn more about life.

Spread your wings

I am unfurling my wings, As the cold has stopped, Seeping into my skin. I am learning to partake, In the small joys of life For I can finally feel, The spring in my fingertips. The time to sleep is through, As the wind is now thrumming, With the chance to start afresh.

Where did the Spring go?

Where did the Spring go? It came and went, I did not come to know. The cuckoo sings, A melancholy tainted melody. Spring was basking under the sweet sun, Running wild in the green, Breezing through the gentle tufts of wind. But where my spring has gone! The angry sun pelts down fire, It singes… Continue reading Where did the Spring go?

When the cuckoo sang… 

On the lonely lean tree, In the concrete jungle, Sat a crooning cuckoo, that left me enraptured. Out came the deathly saw! Out came the deathly saw! The cuckoo flew away, As the tree met the earth, All that was left behind, Was the dead stony mound.