treasured the cherished moments … wrapped in silken cloth of memoirs…

unfolding each leaf of destiny..with precious droplets sliding down the sides,

occasionally thoughts become null,void of any feelings to overcome,

just then a new facade of life emerges… veneering old layers and coatings…




Who said love is invisible,
like the one who is invincible,
immortal ones can never have a glimpse,
of the wondrous sublime essence…
Mountains,valleys,rivers and oceans,
in every atom of the surrounding nature,
fresh breath of pure divine,
air inhaled becomes truly pristine…
To feel the presence and realise the aura,
a deep sense of depth within needs in plethora,
love and god are alike and same,
both need an inner conscience to feel and exhilarate…
The urge to have and craving to be ,
in the closest proximity of the near and dearest one,
let it be the omnipresent lord ,
or in the embraced presence of adored…