plethora of thoughts rained on thy meadow cascading over as a waterfall thru the shallows… inundated with brimming compassion thy glance upon my portrayal prowess of which mesmerized the green pasture…. With a cup of passion held between my fingers I let thy touch it for a sip, spills the overflowing fountain,… Read More PLETHORA !
A handful of sparkling dreams, lofty and beautiful closed within the tender palms of her, in the dark shimmering… As she spread her arms out, trying to embrace the heaven the tiny fragments flew and soared becoming stars of the celestial… each particle has a dream, to live in palace of harmony, where symphony would… Read More EMBLAZONED !
Components of the Eternal , constituted with his elements, pure and divine … shall always be! Far away from the evil.. and its addicting nature within… Sent as mortal beings, the immortal souls , with embodied figures! to learn and experience, the world… Read More THE AEONIAN STORY
This week’s writing challenge is to finish “I wish I were…” and here is my beautiful small wish….. (photocredit:members.tripod.com) I wish I were an angel of the heaven, from where I could get a glance , of everyone on this beautiful earth, peeping inside their minds… Read More I WISH I WERE…. -WEEKLY WRITING CHALLENGE
I stand on your doorsteps , to find the gates locked, I am thirsty ..and so is my soul. Magnificent walls, taller pillars, decorated with myriad … …dreams of heaven. To unlock and open .. I haven’t learnt, for the keys to this gateway have… Read More GATEWAY
Hands drenched in the sludge,imaging form of a creation, the wheel beside spinning and rotating, waiting to get a heap of accumulated coagulation… Twirled swiftly by hands of nature, the clay tries to take an amorphous form, The gentle,yet rough palms then … guide and produce a new envision… A figure of great… Read More I AM THE CLAY
Nictating eyes…absorbing the imagery of your empyreal presence, conjoining lines of the co-ordinates in the revered atmosphere, dispersed molecules of fervency, hypnotizing my senses … carrying me to an exotic association! Absence of the corporeal existence, never diminished the intricate tenderness, rather minified the negative caprices , whenever subjugated by the milieu… True… Read More CONNECTED SOULS