Two lonely souls, Together They created, The oasis of love, The Eden of mirth, The Isle of ecstasy, The fountain of hope. Together They did, That alone they could not.
Full of adamant edifices, They never let us go! We fall, We rise, Only to fall again. Traversing rough terrains, Clanging on the cobbled clutter, Life goes on.
A life, A story, You write some , Erase some. You wish to draw some, But gusts of stormy tempest, It blows the grains away. You look on. And you still draw, Small lines, Broken lines, Anonymous, Indistinct. Someday, Those lines would merge, An amalgam of all the broken ones, And a masterpiece borne. For… Continue reading Life- story
A couch - potato, A life sublime, Contented, Satiated. Holding covetously to what I had, Not striving to no more. Watched the frenzy around, As everyone raced to get ahead, I disdainfully nodded my head. As others won laurels, I was awarded titles, A plethora of names, And the subject of so many memes, And… Continue reading Wednesday Workout#1# 2 Jan,2020.
A night dark and deep, Haunted by melancholic depths, Lone stood a tree, Its barren branches, Standing proud. For the crescent moon, Arched amidst the arid branches, Anointed them with a mystical hue. Embellished and adorned, The silvery beacon, It showed many lost souls, A weary way to redemption. Darkness shows you the way. Just… Continue reading A dark night
Spin, New Dreams, Twine phantasms, Tendrils of hope, Iridescent hued, An ivory tower, An arcadian world glows, No longer an idyllic lair, But my eyes yearn to drink it all in, A variegated kaleidoscope.
Man a fool, Always he feigned to be cool, Donning a charade to win hearts, But all he got back were nasty darts, Still he milked all that ridicule!
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.
My staircase, Wide arched, It's wood lined steps tapering, Narrowing as it moved higher, The teak polished banister, Embellished with muslin and silk, Wreathed with hued autumnal blossoms. I look at it in awe, As I tread softly on its steps. It leads me up to a landing, As I stand face to face with… Continue reading My staircase