Backyard

there is a bird in my backyardgreen glitter eyesAnd blue white tender feathersI wake up to her sweet. mild. twittersmaking me to gasp from a distancefrom the nooks of mahogany windowsthe shine of dazzling sun fallingyellow at a timeorange at anotherit’s a calm sightthat complements my serene expressionat the momentwhich you get to seeone in… Continue reading Backyard

Vintage beauty

she is the vintage beautyso appealing and enchantingand clearas the hands of clock striketick.tick.tick.her eyes disseminates stardustas the galaxies endowing the blue skies aboveand the flowers bestowing the lands belowyellow. red. green.fragrant and pleasingshe sounds like a songbirdhumming rhymes and poetryfollowed by the charms of her loverand the instancesall that form lumps in her throatand… Continue reading Vintage beauty

Sita and the Moon

The following is one of the incidents from Ramayana (Shri Ramcharitmanas) penned by Tulsidas.  I don’t think so wise of myself to even write on it, but due to my fascination, I am inclined to write. How beautiful it is when our creator Lord Rama sees Devi Sita for the first time in her abode… Continue reading Sita and the Moon

Moon (Savior) 

in the state of loneliness  and desolation  in the midst of utter hustle-bustle  it is only moon who solaces her  out of all the calignosity of hazy sky  moon, who mollifies her pains  accompanies her and cast his silver light  over her pale face  and revives her in seconds  and makes her feel like a… Continue reading Moon (Savior) 

Moon like Shine

And darling,  I can write infinite poetry on you and your moon like shine that penetrates into my eyes as I stare you with those silent eyes yearning for you more. And trust me, that shine makes me look more beautiful and angelic indeed. -SHREYA  Have you ever felt such deep connection with someone when… Continue reading Moon like Shine

When I Miss You

And when I miss you  I look at the moon  Mesmerizing it gets,  Staring at me with the same ardor  And reminds me of your love  The amorous gaze of your eyes at me  Perlustrating my reminiscence for you  I feel captivated, intoxicated  With its lovesome expression  Enchanting and beloved  -SHREYA