Buried under sands, That were dreary and wind blown A jewelled hand springs. Distant blue its own, Deluged by the sandy surf, It still stayed afloat. .
The power of pink, A cynosure so brazen, Yet love radiates. A very Happy Women's Day to all of you. A salute to the Pink Brigade.
My heart, They peer into And see the hues that bleed, And incandescent hope undimmed, I shine.
This is in response to the prompt by Patricia @ https://wordpress.com/read/feeds/10919228/posts/2137239039 "Dancing to the tunes of destiny, She pirouetted to fame, The decibels rose and fell, Still she danced to rythm of life, Impervious to the cacophony around ."
Fate,an enigma, An answer untold, Unforseen and unexpected. We wish to chart our own paths, But the paths we tread on, Preordained. We strive to acquire, But the mighty hand chooses all, It decides to dole out what it deems fit. You rave and rant, But it just shrugs off the rancour, With a haughty… Continue reading My fate
When that cauldron overflows, Surging, The vent bursts open, Spewing out the simmering lava, Burning with its latent heat, Stoked over years. It flows out, It just flows, Overwhelming, Consuming, Reckless of what comes on its way. It wants to break free, The volcanic dam unshackled. It just flows, Meandering down unknown slopes. It does… Continue reading It just flows