Counting in the midst of all the noises,
the incomprehensible words from an indefinite source.
There I sit with the iteration of the same words
noted carefully from that undefined source.
poem
The shiny dime
The lustrous sand,
With all the bright colours;
Or is it just the shiny dime?
The yellow light above it, making its way through the small pores;
And it keeps glowing until the light goes off behind…
Faded memories
The pages of the book lay all scattered in the floor,
like her old memories which lay scattered in her mind.
The lines in black all seemed blur
like the faded memories..
The line of Three..
Carrying the weight of the wind
on my shoulders,
Only to feel the weightless beauty of the soil beneath..
The rythmic symphony of footsteps following behind,
and the swinging motion of the shadow which I follow…
Halloween Night
Here are the cold nights,
never so dark, never so silent.
The mysterious sound of the drops,
the spooky shadows crawl by..
Here comes the Halloween night,
the night of the ghostly monsters
and the night of the dead.
Hold each other’s hands tight when its Halloween night.
HAPPY HALLOWEEN!!
Why couldn’t I?
Why couldn’t I see the light,
when everything else was dark?
Why couldn’t I see the smooth path which lay in front of me, but always searched for the path which was ever not taken?
Why couldn’t I see the tall trees which always stood upright with high dreams,
but searched for the shrubs which was always in the shade?
How can I see the light, when my mind always searched for the dark?
Washed off
It was just droplets in her feet,
it was just moments ago the soft water tenderly passed over her feet washing the sand beneath her.
Nothing could have made her more blissful, the contentment couldn’t have been greater and it couldn’t have been so pure and powerful..
A New Living
I follow my foot, my steps
to an unknown world..
Why do I feel so connected to this place?
I exaggerate my thoughts, though somewhat it is true.
I have found a new world to live in, a new place to connect with,
and I need to explore it…
Lost in the ocean..
She is never lost,
Always guided by her own shadow, guided by reflection of her past.
But she is always lost wandering in the ocean of her own thoughts from her past which she cannot escape…
The Golden Rays
She always faces the sun,
The freshness which lies in the golden rays of the sun, the powerful thoughts, the positive vibes, nothing can be more brighter.
Every new day is another day and what we ought to find is the happiness in little things which is only visible under the bright light…
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