Thursday, June 19, 2014


in the evening, reminiscing the joys of the day

kindly being accepted as acceptable

let your life lightly dance on the edges of time like dew on the tip of a leaf (Rabindranath Tagore)

lightly pondering on the mesmerising abundance of highly refined sagaciousness

market day fresh-fruit-frenzy

morning coffee whilst being enchanted by the concert of birds and leaves

mother earth in anticipation of cyclone lusi

opening the windows of the stars

perfection within the imperfection grants the reverie to soar

PSITHURISM - the sound of wind in the trees and rustling of leaves


that moment looking in the mirror

the amazing case of THREES

the borders that ended a million years ago

the further one travels the less one knows

the naught has crossed its barriers

the punctilious' dream

there is no enemy anymore - just get over it

vigilantly gazing at the soaring stars

 waking up to the rainbow in the city

when all is said and done

when I grow up I want to be a tree

where the mountains dance

wherever the dreams will lead

winter bareness invigorating emerging spring

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