On verdant leaf, a strange spot's birthA tiny mark, of life and mirthIt spreads its hue, like morning dewAnd turns the green, to yellow anewThe leaf, once full, now withers slowAs if the sap, began to flowIn reverse, a tale of woeAs nature's beauty, starts to goThe tree, above, with sorrow's sighWatches its child, begin to dieIt weeps, in ...
Strong bark, many branches,Velvet soft or harsh buds and many leaves,Smooth, fragrant and nectar filled flowers,May be thorns too, but to protect them,How all those are packed in a small seed?Amazing!But, to know what it brings thatshall be planted,grow with strong roots,span of timeand go through many phases,to stand tall and reap fruits.Sure, they give youpriceless breathing airsince they ...
Not in placeswhere preaches, sermons, chants are common, Not under roof of institutionsdedicated to ensure,But only one place whereFair, Free and Justiceis found in,dear dictionary,please preserve those fora reasonable timeto come.
Dark clouds travels fast.Oh! What a pleasant mild blow.The dance gathering in, move a way fast,is it a flock dance, but beautiful.Clock yet to reach five.Stage sky high, background was darkwhere range of lights offered by the nature.Wind catches the rhythm, tall trees in join the chorus.Stage turn darker.White beauties with slim brown bodyfly in like a row of ...
Life pulls back,Not knowingly soul is a bow.Never mind,shall stretch backnot one, but two or more inches.To shoot arrows forward.But do not break me, the bow!
The game is so called gentleman’sBattle in the middle of green is the beautyDecreed that cricket would be played in a gentlemanly mannerTourney is to attain the title World ChampionshipOf course competition is fieryNo matter what, game shall be the game with its scent and beautyLet me congratulate Team AustraliaFor winning World Cricket Championship 2023For classy display of the ...
It’s the samedining table and chairswhere two of you werein a competitionwho would sit next tomum or dad,today those are empty and idle.Wider shoulders, tall youngyou, our little boyfollowing the big brotherto dive in the oceanof knowledgepick the pearl best.My dear sonlife is a journeynot a destinationcompel to moveone point to anotherforward and wise.We know that very wellbut, every ...
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 ...
