Travels, Experiences, Space, Time, Relationships and More
The canvas was lit in the the color of tender fire. Thoughts flying higher than the birds returning to nest. The gentle breeze makes some love and dances the collar having combed from the leaves of the tree that stood in awe of the evening just like you did. Canvas changes the hues slowly as…
Oh boy. Dance in my head. Let go those shoes, The heel is not my forte, Be comfortable, Be free, Draw in , Look in me, Show me you, Do you hear , The beats in the middle, Let it go, And become oblivious, To every sound and sight, Where the awareness is recollected, And…
And I am so happy to be alive, A part of thing, To be called living, While I soak myself in sunshine,. Totally acting ignorant, Of the Autumn around, Living it up while I am green, Living it up with twines, Living up the sunshine. .Funny me thinks, Witnessed some days, And I know shit…
Is it the same me,Tearing myself apart, Or is it you,Treating tearing like an art? A piece of me goes,In every stroke you strike Multiple me,Circuses, Hoping to become,I. The axe took me away,From previous form and shape, Moulding into somethingThat shouldn’t just stay. Now I lookUgly and dead,Like a pile of wood,Stuffed to dry…
White is love, White is pure. White till you see, Winters galore. White are the trees, White are the roads. Cleaning the shades of grey, Pouring White snows. White are the smiles, That replaces lip sealed grin, White is the light, That burns within!…Celebrating the White in you.Cheers.
Nectar beholding cup..Shall wait another dayAdding sweetnessIn every little wayAnd when its denseAnd thick with loveThe bee shall comeAnd have his cupCoz its not the thirstThat makes it thrillIts the oaths takenWhich it needs to fulfillOf pollination and moreTo bring more flowersAnd spread more sporesSo wait my bloomAs I head home..To have You all and…
Hold upDrop down?The pencil stream,Bears an abundant crown 👑. The ice and reserveMelting and flowing.The pebbles and stonesLay shining, glowing. What is it, if isn’t life?Flowing to meet some sea?It does, by not being it.By mixing itself, into a river of fantasywith a ride to the ocean,that’s where the stream was meant to be. Who…
Play the green fluteFor the clouds are dancing away. Be my loverBe my summer, Before the winter’s days. For the dance is to be missedAnd I absorb the pines sway, May be this time,It is the only way. Be my lover, natureBe my Summers, Before it’s winters day.
Since childhood, we love sharing with a certain sense of goodness about it. Sharing food, pencils , notes and cycles. Why is it then we get lost in the world thinking too much about being socially more smart, self centred is considered intelligent in a scared society. Not all though. We are hope and hope…
Bathe me In the moonlight,For I crave to shine. Not the silver from the silvery thrones,Not the sparkles from the jewelled throne, Bathe me , oh bathe meBathe me, my soul in this moonlight,For I crave to shine. From the sweat and all the bloody groans,From the fck ups and from all the whines, Bathe…