
As the smoky clouds surrounded me in the warmth of their colors with ease,
The depth of my breath was fathomless, to all my thoughts there was a cease.”
Simi
Through the lens of Paramjit

As the smoky clouds surrounded me in the warmth of their colors with ease,
The depth of my breath was fathomless, to all my thoughts there was a cease.”
Simi
Through the lens of Paramjit
Let’s walk into this golden month,
Where the hues are magically mystic.
The skies have an orange splendor,
And the trees make the earth artistic.
Simi
“How does He calibrate each pattern in nature, infinite templates He owns for sure,
The shades He chooses, are hard to find, this Artist has a bewildering allure.”
Simi
Captured by Dr Sujay