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What it tells me

As I sit with eyes closed, I listen to the rain falling. The droplets white, Make a rhapsody all around. The gentle pelt, An everlasting cascade, It rises to a crescendo, Only to ebb into a perennial flow. It drums up a symphony profound, All notes perfectly found, The wild cacophany around, It does not… Continue reading What it tells me

Wander Lust

My mind is a vagabond, For it loves to wander, And go beyond the yonder, To lands unknown and strange. It loves to meander everywhere, But it refuses to ponder, It breaks free, It brazenly forays into realms wild. It wants to dig deep into all the niches, It unlocks all the cloistered conundrums, It… Continue reading Wander Lust

Dance in the dark

I can see the moon over the meadow, As you twirl into my arms. We'll dance in the dark, And race the rivers where they run. For you and I fill find a place, Beneath a blanket made of stars, To start afresh. When the dawn is almost upon us, We will find our footsteps… Continue reading Dance in the dark

Shadows have remained

You leave pieces of yourself, Scattered everywhere you frequent. And your memories are suspended in time, Every life that you have brushed up against, Now lives with an imprint of you trapped in their mind. Time may change you, But your memory will forever remain the same. It's like leaving each place that you have… Continue reading Shadows have remained

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.

Where did the Spring go?

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