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O Swan of this enchanted lake Let me wander inside your magical dimension If melancholy causes the charm to break With your melodies, I beg thee, heal this pattern By this lake tendrils twirling Humming with an exuberant fashion One
Welcome,welcome,welcome, Welcome to Paradise Welcome to Nainital. A heaven on earth, Sun-kissed mountains. Yachting,boating on serene lakes, The charming lakes and splendid landscapes. The most beautiful romantic place, In the Lake District of India. Nainital is the Majestic Queen of
I see them each day on my way to global politics 201 years worn, moss filled with cracks along the armrests I can remember one day seeing, two lovers in those chairs surely their intent, to facilitate the couples conversation
Through the narrow curves, of street, my mind, walked along the evening breeze; I reached Over the banks of a near-by lake, where I Used to sit in my college-days; with sweet Memories of girls, I loved, I remembered, Sitting
In autumn water becomes fire created from the endless love of stars, and feelings fall like old leaves navigated by the nap of lake. When world gets drunk from every sunset… I know!You will come…where? I know!You will be everywhere!
DREAM Ambling on beach in dark when the lake laps at the feet. Sometimes I wish to walk away on the water like a dragonfly. MORNING Trying to figure out what happened? Lake Huron went into flames! MOONLIGHT Up, above
In the forest the summer steam retreats Confusion breaks like a fever, sudden Relief flooding the mind with quiet murmurs A symphony of whispers cover the screams And tears evaporate as the cry dies on your lips The shadows listen
In my domain I am the child again lost in labyrinth of stairways unable to find my home. A swarm of bees descends gives anaphylactic shock I am dead in my arms. You carry a dead gorilla on the makeshift
Nothing makes or breaks now. I will not know you on the lake. The clouds and shoreline shudder. There was no speck of endurance. The wind falls with agonizing thud. The dusk was hoisting the white waves. Time to make
From a bird’s eye view, In the stillness of night, A sea of beautiful lights, Soothe my aching eyes. Blinking lights through a canopy of trees, Winking stars twinkle, Tiny droplets of rain sprinkle, Healing the scarred soul. Mist hides
The vagabond was once again on the window, Begging love and asking to open the gate, And the fairy inside the house reluctant, Said helpless she was being slave of the fate, First you peep in the four windows, Starting
Justice – Injustice, white and black, One is a blessing, the other is fake. Injustice is a deadly snake, Justice is like a beautiful lake. Justice nourishes the roots of society, Injustice lives in an immediate priority. Justice is the
Winging my way through the air; high in the Cascade Mountain Range. With a serene wilderness lake just below me. Reflecting an exquisite brilliant sunrise of various shades of yellows, oranges, and golden hues. Reflected upon the glassy placid surface.
Marvelling high hills up my fainting spirit, And lend a vast lashing greenery to my coffer, That entice me to sneak the wonderland, A wanderer in nature thereby. Lo! Me too already on lakeside, The same watery hive binds me
Ghosts dance dark in hallowed places, see them wear familiar faces? With their art my calmness chases and I can quit them not at all. Whirling to some music haunted, dancing while my mind is taunted I bolster but they
Dazzling Pelicans I swayed languidly as a swollen cow that strolls on the narrow muddy road. bewildered all at once from my drowsiness, I saw a dazzling host of silvery Pelicans floating in the greenish lake before the building. Diving
Come, we will lie among the petals strewn, To lit grass aglow with love we’ll share, Beneath the turf, what’s there, ask not the moon, Let the past give us the least of care; The wars that passed may still
This is my moment of… Reminiscence, reckoning, recognition Of things I had wished for Hoped for, dreamed of… They unfold themselves one by one Like blooming buds under the sun This is my moment of… Recall, recognizance, realization Of things
On a rock near the lake Sitting silently I was Dangling my feet in Waters, disturbing it Just for pleasure’s sake. Seeing terrified fish I felt an urge to muse What right I have to My liberty’s misuse? Shivering stars
Have not asked much, still attached to you with subtelities, I wanted freedom from you, For removing stings from the flesh. Anxiety was the darkest color of floating buds on lake. Sitting on the edge of panic, I started counting
In the dale of despondency, Lost hopes finding themselves, With the first rays of yellowish sun, Life is taking a new turn, Baby bird is ready to fly, Singing his first song in the sky, After a long time I
I traced the patterns, Under the clear moonlight. So lovingly held, In the heat of, The purple gaze. The upturned contours- Defined- Sharp- In their arrogance. Craggy- In its silvery silhoutte. Perhaps, It was the last time, I set my
Slipped from the tree fell into the beautiful bushes Tickling the hell out of me Cold Cold water touch my feet to comfort Wasteful thoughts sieved out Let’s call upon the sunlight and complete this Portrait that consists of me
Cuddled under a warm, toasty quilt, Chewing on a bag of gummy bears with no guilt. Making the perfect mud cake, Watching the sunlight glisten off a lake. Letting myself go insane, To fight all things mundane. Cooking a delightful
Sorrow & comfort, Opposite extremes. Wisdom invites each soul to those scenes. Terms of life are never all kind, riddled with strife, leave achieves behind. Highest expressions Can make one so tall, But unbridled grief will cause one to fall.
In Chicago, by the early 70’s, many great churches had taken flight Off to suburbia they went, seeking refuge from crime and blight In the late 60’s, one man answered the call to win the lost to Christ He moved
Her mirror lake outspread for miles Blue eye flowers still keep its smiles, Her lotus Lily petals open in full blossom In a sixth sense, she gathers them all By twilight, before the darkness Her boat returns without waiting moon’s
If you walk straight under the shadow of moon, to the salt lake death will blow a long whistle. Everything was ruined in war of words. There was no peace in the heart, even after meditation, the mind drove for
O flamingo, your pink is fading. Pick up the spirulina, it was caste-based. It hits there, where it hurts more. You were chasing, standing on one leg salt was dwindling in the lake. The stink unlike you is going to
Give me back, me back, my affections. I had planted the kisses on melting lamps. The dark tunnel goes to a lake for a rendezvous with pink death on white lips of cinders. Such agony of wintering tree. Not a
Face to face, I was bewildered. What was happening to the garden? My body left in absent seizure; words had destroyed a beautiful poem. I was listening without blinking like a blue moon or the serene lake. The interlocking in
Like a butterfly pinned in a collage, fluttering. Death makes a deal. I was appalled standing on the edge watching the withering body. The lake drowns me. Seagulls were waiting for a renaissance. It is not even midsummer. The planting
You have been at my side since birth Quiet observant relative You were in the ceiling panels of the hospital when my last rites were read at 11 Keeping me company through the pain You were at the surface when
Dwelling above Lake Louise is a young Alpha mountain goat who got run out of his pack for trying to take control away from the senior Alpha mountain goat. Young Alpha mountain goat is a feisty and shaggy beast. Fearless!
Eggs went freezing in the sap. Lips of moon were hot. In the flare up, the rebel had cast doubt on cartridge. Missiles were unique but, hands trembled – concept of sky was a lie. Saturn and moon were coming
Anxiety was touching the mime I cannot hold a reality. We were playing with each other. The creation and hunger of living takes you to unknown fields I am, what I am not. Always bluffing, puffing on the road, counting
They swim like tadpoles. Thoughts! I was waiting at the far end of pond. Heartburn increases at dusk, fierce battle of blazing stripes on blankets. On the scarlet face a bridge was burning in wide open eyes. Somebody takes an
Beyond the early morning mist, caressing the mountainous eastern skyline, an exquisite sunrise is being created. Pastel pink fluffy clouds streaked with gray in the formation of a massive herring. A true display of wilderness serenity. Clouds shifting in the