Good Lord, I can see my favorites here, and i reach them with just a touch!
Come old man, it’s time for a get together, i miss them all so very much.”Simi
The comfort is hardly a priority these days, they do everything just to show off,
Their own happiness they hardly think about, they fit in where they feel would pay off.
So no more I need to take their sizes, cause everyone’s trying to fit in anyone’s shoes,
Not much choice of colours they have, they generally like the BLUES. “Simi
It’s wrong to say, ‘those were the days’.. for you still breathe under the same sun,
Give me this stringed device I’ll show you, life is a euphony, if the war within yourself, you have won. “Simi
To hold on to precious things in life, it’s important the vessel has enough space,
If you are too full of revulsion, love won’t exist, not even a trace..!”Simi
The greys are surrounded by colours of hope,
Passionate eyes only can see !
The nature is changing it’s shades in a jiffy,
If you find the color palette, do tell me !!
As captured by Ruchir Kalra
When life is tough and the aim is high,
When you aspire for the peak, but you just can’t fly..
Take steps one at a time, even the old stairs may guide and show the light,
‘Cause they stood sturdy, whether times were dark or bright.
Through the lens of Ruchir Kalra
” He turned around and his face said it all, while the laugh embellished the glow..
No one can make a happy heart age; even if time or tide don’t cease to flow.”Simi
Through the lens of my soldier
“Smoking kills”, i whispered to her, but she ignored me with an ebullient laugh,
“No agony can pester me now my dear, worries now worry, on my behalf..!”Simi
“Lets nurture the thoughts, from the good old days, where the books had all the magic,
Life commences, when the speculation of new, doesn’t allow the end to be tragic.”Simi
I could leaf through each year, from her radiant face,
It was seamed with wrinkles, which revealed it all,
Rest of the story was in abysmal depth of those beautiful eyes,
From where the drops could anytime fall.
She was a beauty of yesteryears,
I heard the people say,
Nevertheless i believe, the time had enthroned her,
In its own gracefully skillful ways.