Far, very farsky bends down, to kiss the oceanFatigue Sun at day endpaints there beautifulI paddle, paddle with my penreaching there, ambitiousSinging birds fly over melight and happyWhere are they heading?Are they tooin search of the horizon...
Kid with his coloring book and pastelsAsking for colors he should use…My dear,Piece of chocolate is chocolate brownStrawberry is strawberry redDon’t you remember?But blueberry is purple in colorOranges of ours are greenImported are orange colorYou know…Kid sorting out tiny color pastelsPuzzled look in his faceAren’t colour, taste and smell ofslab of chocolatebasket of fruitsfaded out of his head,make me sad.The ...
Different wheelsthe mechanism and movemay be noisy or quietnormal or not,the face platemust showthe time,dearthin, long and fat armsmaintain the rhythmkeep tickingthe clock…
Character basedLengthy long codesSyntax mindShort beepsIt was theconcentration and effortsMaking sureeverything is perfectMonochrome life...The GUISweet voiceVibrant colorsCool eyesHandy toolsMade the techie life easy...You beautyThe girl undertaken in passionChanged my techie lifewith colors and voiceI wonder how the years passedMany ups and downsalong the roadYou are the shadow alwaysas well lead in hard times I admire one whoChanged my monochrome ...
Fallen FlowerGiving a companyresting on the gravestoneWhere morning dew,are they trying to providethe cool never hadsacrificed life,that light up many livesStrong acid smell,busy factorywas only the lifeIs that put yourest in peacea fast…
VulturesDive down, fly lowBird’s eye view may misleadMusic played loud, for time passThere is no celebrationPeople rush and queue for daily needsOne queue after anotherThey struggle for a livingAnd living the life…You powerful vulturesDive down,Come down…
Afar, the sky bends downtowards the mighty ocean where horizon looks calmJourney towards the shorehow do waves become wild… Mild breeze whispers tocolorful petals,butterfly wingsHow does it turn violent twisting branches and twigs… I don’t know how does akind smile, soft wordsbury underBy anger, the rudein a short while…
Life is a collection of drawingsYou are the painterwould color with chosen colorsWith the timemost preferred colors would finish afastLeaving you a collection of unused crayonsbecause you did not like those much… Whenever ableYou would get another new pack,color more pagesand many more, happily… When you have decorated the other pageseventually, you would have a collection ofcrayons, colors that ...
It was like tiny, tiny flowersdecorated the twigs yesterdaybecome softy budsenjoying the morning sunBusy dark clouds in a journeyTravel a fast, maybe a farCovering the silky fabrics arrangements in the blue skyI can hear, rising sea breeze farSpeeding wind come across the land Bringing down the dark blanket maybe heavyMango buds are hell bentBeing unable to stand the showerSad, ...
Green open palm handMay be more than five, fingersThough many palm lines spanWould one hold, read the palm Slender threadlike tendril stretch, twines around, The climber rise the creeping highSofty stems vine reach up, once moreLush green enjoy the breeze Gleeful small yellow beauty highWelcoming soft sun shine Is néctar of bitter gourd flower sweet tooTell me buzzing bumbble bee…
Who inscribed curvy lines, beautiful designson fingersModern day biometric scanners everywhereseeks warmth finger impressionFetch and fly away like a busy bee… Who wrote a big storyin blue eyesLife’s endless journey, many portsiris scanners seeks warmth lookSeamless, that stings a copy too…Fingerprint, iris eyewonderfully craftedWho or how regardless, admireHolds many informationof unique human identity… Though modern technologyable to capture and ...
