After Life

A drizzle from the clouds awakens a sunny weather, a beautiful aftermath of different shades of sky. A minute seed blooms into a floriferous bliss, turning my garden into a land of angels and flies. A caterpillar undergoes a process of metamorphosisto come out as a butterfly. What do you name it as, A complete… Continue reading After Life

I am a flower

I am a sun kissed flower,warm and fragileflawlessly stitched array of yellow petalsgiving out hopes,slender waist sliding downhundreds of nodes arisingand forming an invigorating curveloved, exulted and appreciatedand blessed to possess all that I have and I am.I might be showered to adorn the holy temples,bloom the triumphant kids,foregathered to form a grandiloquent entranceof a… Continue reading I am a flower

The Sun, Moon and Life

The sun glows with flashy spiralsonto my dewy face and embraced neckA countenance in question. Of withering roots in charred dark, and glazing sunflowers in scintillating light. The darkness may startle one while it lights up the fluttering fireflies in twilight. The cold air must freeze itself to form the frigid snow. This humongous sun… Continue reading The Sun, Moon and Life

Some Nights I listen to Songs

Some nights I listen to songsand cry rivers.Moon glowing white.Glazing silver garden of beautiful scars,sleeping birds and buzzing insects,and the infinite silence.The infinite silence within my mind keeps still. As the day and night collideit’s the iridescent dawn out therethe Sun shows up its glinting rays.And the skyline smilessharply and shyly.The music still plays with… Continue reading Some Nights I listen to Songs

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