the roots go deep and
the stem goes up the ground
and the branches grow in multi-folds
neither the roots knows
nor the stem or branches knows
the forbearing of each other’s
the roots cannot leave its stems
nor do the stem or branches
but they grow in their own space
no stem can curse its roots
nor the roots can curse its stems
yet the fruits are far from their reach
they only know the art of giving.
But without them world may not know what real happiness means,They are true reflectors of happenings around us, are they not?A poet takes you from real to ideal worldA world where people may peacefully dwellWhere heart attains purity of thoughtsAnd mind reaches its zenith unsulliedA picturesque world that eludesRelations that pester our presentNorms that sets…
Like a caged bird waiting for soul to fly.Eyes which are filled with intoxicationwill fall on the darkness of the duskLike waves finally travels to the shore.
Nature taking care.
a passionate kiss
Both were enjoying every dropLightning is intermittently taking their pictures.Don’t know whom she wants to showThey’re fun, play were in youthful ways.Moments like these were specialWhen they were together.Neither any concerns nor hopesFeeling quenched by the love pouring from the sky.
to collect petals
