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It is the call of the sky When the wind hints its return Deeply as I watch the clouds The colours slowly emerge The painting
One a spring afternoon, I was at the coast of Havelock island which is a part of India’s Andaman Islands. I could feel the excitement mingled with chilling nervousness when the skilled personage maneuvered me towards the ocean.
The water was warm only on the surface under the effect of sun’s heat but it was all cold inside sending chills throughout my body as I went farther inside the water. I have never been under the sea up to the chest level and yet I had to go deeper. I wondered, as the waves of water splashed against my neck.
Like a feather in the cradle Swaying to and fro He enjoys a long slumber For hours to go Sometimes he lifts the chin Or
I was a tenuous thread woven into a fabric of love So the naked desires found A cover of warmth I was tightly knot To tie the disparate fragments Of
With the touch of his hand A morning beamed Over the dark hued night The sky and the sea Kissed at the horizon Showering abundant rain Running turbulent rivers And
बात-बात पे नौक- झौक जो अक्सर करते हैं वो अक्सर करते हैं वो चुपके-चुपके एक दूजे की फ़िक्र किया करते हैं। नज़र न लग जाये कहीं उनकी मोहब्बत को
I want to sit in your lap And talk for hours About you and me Away from the cacophony Of the enchanted crowd My relation with you Was deemed to
Love is a connecting thread between two oceans of profound emotions. A channel between The God in me And The God in you That neither Forms nor deforms Is Love
When you are surrounded by a cumulus of depression and engulfed by inner turmoil, the slightest of fluctuations can derail you from your main path. I was sitting In the sunlight
The emotional pain can not be transcended by any external wound. The one who suffers has the need to endure tremendous agony, which remains unseen , unfelt unlike the blood