Lamps lit white as white,
You see all the colours
which brings no delight,
Eyes weared out, of the
compelling perceptions,
constrained to see
what you want to see...
At the end of the day,
eyes gets soothed
when you look at the
black blue above you
and the hazy moon
staring at you!
Saturday, 19 September 2015
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Nature cares and conveys a ray of hope in a caressing voice
ReplyDeleteIn solitude it is travelling along like a trusted companion
Hides in its every fold millions of mysteries which comes out
through her daughter, yearns her (nature) to nurture
sometimes in little words untold is in the wind
Amma