Writings

Bringing meaning to our activity and our thinking is a sure way to happiness. When one has a great goal, one will bring a deep level of meaning to everything he/she does.

I like writing poetry, imageries, and sometimes epigrams. I click good pictures sometimes, and I like to write about them..

Wind chimes

The way you paddle the wind,You slay my heart with a witty tind.I read your brochure with a handful of blueberries,you nurtured the hoe with a hoop of cherries.I left the gala to see the way you agitate,you are a beholder perching against that fate.You never talked and slayed some silvery mimes,Reason is the truth why they called you a windchime.
The beauty you beholds and the ugliness i keep,With the moon over my shoulder warming like a sheep.I see you as a flower emerging between thorns,you engulfed the truth with a bowl of corns.You never acted as if you are the keeper,You never restrained the touch of a stripper.You should know, you cherish the voids with time,Reason is the truth why they called you a windchime.

Kaleidoscope
A castle of Kaleidoscopes,building and tuning with crayons.Splashes in the middle of stones,A teeny square and a sky in mere.Toppings of sayings and aiming high,punning a bid signing the stars at night.Springfield closes a bud of musings,Victories still and a thorn of boozing.Chosen molds and digging reveling,Hustling and bustling arrowlet chaining.Whilst the dusk and a thought of dawn,scraping the moon invading the ray pawn.A horn of unicorn and a sample of ours,Phosphenes cipher the paradise fall.

Saudade

What should i call you?May be a purger ,The one who got rid of sins.Where should i follow you?May be among the sinners,Amidst the aura of delightful misleads.Where should i throw this part of mine?May be in the sky,To make you look with your head held high.Where we will collide again?May be under the light,Of same stars in that hissy park.

Nature

The fragrance and the beauty,

It's as mesmerizing as it seems.

The vividness and the purity,

It's as refreshing as it feels.

Whenever I tend towards you,

You give something more.

You never take, you never did,

Oh heavenly nature, you shore.

The greenery is visible and clear,

through our naked eyes as such.

But the warmth we feel which is blur,

we do sense in our hearts as such.

Temptations:

Sweet tooth, bitter tooth

hanging in the sky,

which one to lick

and which one to fry.

One tastes like fudge

but seems like melon,

The other seems mystical

but tastes like lemon.

May I say, it's chaotic

to snatch and take,

Might it be worthy if

I chose the donut over cake?

Serendipity

The serenity, if I could choose you

all over again, while seeing you

through the window which is small.

It takes too much, but leaves a little

of a beautiful scar, though it remains

dancing in that heart throbbing as such.

Mystery is one, unable to solve

you lie there, like a burning furnace

and eyes of a nomad you warm.

Sudor you are, which I shall keep

until the next enthralling visit, with me

in a sachet half empty they say.

Is it half full, I blabbered solemnly

seeing the glare, a slight entailed by

the stars bewitching sky in dark.

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