He darkens everything as he sets, but gloom is not the intention,
He let’s the moon shine each night, obliging him without mention. “
Simi
As captured by Jayati
Subtle Transition
Category: imagination
The Curiosity
” It almost took my breath away..the moon seemed gazing at the earth below..!
” Are they trying to reboot the planet now?”, the awestricken crescent, wanted to know..!!”
Simi
Beautifully captured by Dr Sujay
The Color Says It All..
“When asked, if he gobbled the evening sun, he felt it was a nightmare…!!
“What? that’s not true..!”..he squawked, “i wasn’t even aware!”
Simi
A capture by Dr Sujay
Mystic Existence
“The morning dew when stays as droplets, appears enigmatic yet heavenly, resembling life,
The life which is so transitory yet magnificently persists, making us strive”
Simi
Enigmatic Horizon
“As the moments flow by, swift and rippled, trying to reach the goal,
Some are bright, some wispy, some merely carrying on, playing a momentous role.”
Paradisal Confluence
“Souls that have to meet, nobody can confine,
For they believe in symphonic existence, there’s nothing yours or mine.”
Cryptic Vision
“The numerous leaves add to the enigma, the woods are never alone..
The overwhelming and ceaseless quest for love is somewhere deep and inborn.”
Resplendent Consciousness
I know i can step on the bright sun..
The serene moon is not far too.
I know the time is flowing by..
And my desires are not at all few.
Yet there are shackles around my feet..
Which tie me soft yet firm..
The arduous trials with life each day..
Make my journey splendiferous, i affirm.
Dreamscape
Every night as i close my eyes..
Away from the world of when and whys..
I feel the weightlessness, in my dreams..
I am so glad being away from shout and screams .
I sleep as me and the universe are one..
And me and my house, belong to planet none..
I am fortunate, says mother, to experience a sleep so sound..
When people look for corners, though the earth is round
Clouds
As i see the clouds, scattered in the sky..
I am amazed at their efforts, each time they pass by.
For some they are apprehension, for some romantically bright..
To me they are the darks, trying to turn light.
For they carry the water, with a roar, all the way..
And sprinkle the droplets, wherever they may.
They are peaceful and serene once their task is done.
But till the work is over, they wait for none.
