BEAUTY IN THE VIEW,
PERCEPTION IS WHAT MATTERS,
BARREN HILLS ENTHRALL…
Wrapped in the folds of time,
my sweet memories play inside,
Leaping and skidding within,
the old golden times of mine…
Sweet, sour,touching,
they never get jumbled,
neither their egos,
either get crumbled….
Innocent ,playful, stringent ,
smitten by persons or circumstances,
treasured and stacked in between,
amongst the thousands lying ,
in the old memories shelf…
they are bounded by time…
Dusts of time, curtains of belief,
cover and refrain the valuable ones,
from getting older,
in the mind and in the heart …
for times in near future…
Where r u lost in these pages ! O ! seer!
your throne is bedecked now,
For you to be…
… throned with the gear…
The Enchanting words ,
magnetic nature,
radiating aura,
mesmerised each one…
Who had a glimpse
to treasure in their dreams,
for a lifetime,
The only impressive one…
Words of knowledge,
speech of wisdom,
voice of dominance,
attracting the whole kingdom..
Adorable appearance,
alluring since antiquity,
amalgamation of self,
in euphonic divinity…
A magician,
A charmer,
A dream lover,
Or an enchanter?