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Thursday, October 1, 2015

A Halo of Clouds (An acrostic)



 Day 1 #OctPoWriMo2015





Across the unparalleled universe
Hope rides cozily
Along the changing seasons
Leaving  symphonic shapes
Over the edge of a blazing arch
Often I wonder
Finding  rhapsody of my thoughts
Clamoring through those floating
Legions of countless melodies
Obstructing my dark memories
Under the shadow of a moonlit night
Dreams find a  new beginnings
Silvering my dreamy heart.









I am taking part in #octpowrimo2015

Sunday, June 7, 2015

The Elements








There is something ephemeral about seashores.Especially the sandy stretches of vastness. The grainy hues of the sand and the azure waves embrace each other and breath life in the universe.Maybe, I am becoming a little philosophical here, but I feel that the dry sand seeps in life, by mating the sea and rejuvenating its spirit.The sepia footprints gets embossed on the watery blue and dance a tune of their own.The layers and layers of blue sea, sepia sand ,the verdant palms and the shining yellow and orange in the horizon, blessing them with its grace,is an orchestra of sound, waves and fragrance.Each one is conjoined, inspite of their invisible boundaries.They reflect the truth of survival, freedom of ownership and the spirit of hope.



It is amazing how land,air, and water sustain ages of erosion and still become one.The dependency of the elements brings forth the gospel of existence without fearing the pain of loss and loneliness.There is always a time to heal the wounds when the right choice is made.


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Wednesday, May 27, 2015

A Rainbow of Hope






When fear strikes the soul
Life turns into an inverted comma
Feasting on the bygone lacuna
Each moment cringes, 
Fearing the worst.

Somewhere,somehow
The inner voice craves
For freedom from the ghosts
Some past memories
Some ingrained woes.

The road spans out,
With a number of dead-ends
Choked in one's umbra,
The soul shudders, in the darkness.

Then the rainbow shines
Through some invisible horizon
Reflections of happy times, happy faces.
Harvesting on the wheels of time,comes,
A season of lasting hope.

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Linking this to Write Tribe Festival of Words #4 Day 2 for the theme Creativity and Inspiration!
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