In the flying sky above

Yes, the land was visible, clear From the flying blue sky, And the floating white clouds, everything, as clear as thatA little familiar, a little strange, what name did we keep?by what name did we call? Yes I faintly remember, it was something like thatIt eluded mejust when I remembered When we would be closerMaybeContinue reading “In the flying sky above”

The God’s Whisper

Who sets the palateWho mixes the coloursWho holds the divine brushTo paint this wonderful pictureIn the splashOf colours Lies the speckOf creationIf the pixel is so divine How great would bethe complete pictureThe colouris in the eyesAnd the mind divineOnly those willing to stop and witnessCan hear The God’s whisper

The red petal

Lonesome Red petala piece of the treeis now fallen And freeBathed in theDew drops, pure as glassServed and protectedby loyal blades of grassIt retains its colourVivid and trueUnaware it’s fallenAnd would never be newIn decayIt glowsWhat it isIt showsIts fallenYet it remainsWith its colourthe mind it stainsSoon The petalwould cease to beDissolved in lifeno longerContinue reading “The red petal”

People fade, Music remains

Sitting in a cafeMusic baring loudCan’t hear a thingAlone, in the crowd Cocooned in the songPeople speak with no voiceJust the lips movingAnd a silent noise There is no one to seeBlinding Lights cloud the eyeIn those flickering lightsshadows hide, whoever am I In the public, I findMy own private spaceI have nothing to explainThereContinue reading “People fade, Music remains”