Beneath the star studded sky
few steps I walk
in wet sands
rustling leaves
snowy terrains
high peaks
Tis the journey enchanting
destinations often end the urge to live.

HUES OF SKY

Beyond the hues of the sky
reside my dreams,
far away from the horizon
away from the world mean...

in crimson ,saffron red I find,
the passion of my dreams,
motivates which every instant
with endless energy.

in azure ,I discover the serene
tranquil notes of life
which calm my senses
irate, like a stream pristine...

in dark sapphire grey ,i see
the storming clouds very near
hovering over my empty mind
if i run and flee with fear...

seeing the golden yellow,
I am inspired with a ray of hope,
that every grey cloud get saside
and a silver streak is always behind 
to show!!!
 

MELODY OF LIFE

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Melody of life
swings on the perch,
fills the air
with its beguiling song
...
Hark! the voice speaks to us
aren't you one of the musical note
of this euphony since long
...
why doth you then run away
far to the dungeons
where the heart becomes prey
tune your chord
to this strain
...
come 

sing along O! precious human ! I say!

STRINGS OF GUITAR

 

Strings of Guitar, play the song,life and death go along,
The chords of the high notes,make us feel the crest and trough,
lower notes give us  a feel of the solitude of within,
The music playing on the strings ,is the music of  nature and spring..         



 

 
I  suddenly strike a wrong chord, and the tune falls off the mark,
Like a fault in the life,when we don't get another strike,
But life moves on ...and pushes us ..though ..
We always remember the broken chord ....

Love notes when I play,they take me in another way,
To a place full of dreams and everything's fine as should have been,
I fly above the world so high, and  the world appears like an apple pie...
This music of happiness brings joy and relief in the sadness and in grief......

So strange it seems! that a guitar string,
can affect your life in every mean..or else it is the opposite way,
And it plays whatever is within and brings out the fray....
the touching sound  ....the melancholy chords or.. the jubilant notes....to watch..



Whatsoever the guitar plays,
even if my fingers move astray,
I know this well..that Iam a mere player in the field of life...
The actual music notes and chords are in the hands of the LORD.....

THE FLOW

 

With the flowing stream, 

the negativity is washed,
as the fallen leaves of the fall,
yellow,dried,withered,
in the
ever moving river
get lost...
fresh foliage again
reappears
reflecting in the
water crystal clear!

AN EPITOME

Like an epitome of love,
she graces the universe,
with her innocent
and divine love.
In the melody of
krishna's flute she is revered, the symbol of an ideal devoted lover.