Life is full of noise,
The same life offers poise…
We love the party,
Someone plays dirty….
Life is a beautiful song,
Sorrow is very long….
Others feel ,we are wasting our time,
We are busy enjoying the wind chimes!
We are very happy,
We are very snappy….
We set a delicious curd,
We are dearly absurd!
We forget the dimes,
We love the limes….
I am above you,
I can see you ..
You can see me,
But you often ignore me..
I am very beautiful,
Sorry for sounding boastful…
I am magnanimous,
I am famous…
I am a star studded world,
I am a clouded word…
I am so many varied blues,
Even , I don’t have clues…
I reflect beautifully in colourless water,
I rejoice the flying birds’ flap and flutter….
I am the adorable but often ignored ‘ Above ‘,
I am the freedom for birds like ‘Dove’….
I am the generous SKY,
I make many a dreams FLY….
In the mysteries of silhouette,
Are many a tête à tête….
In the shadows of past,
Are many things lost and last…
In the pages of history,
Are events , which are gory or glory…
In the days of gloom,
there are hopes of boom and bloom…
In the periods of sorrow,
there is a dream of a joyful ‘tomorrow’…..
At times, a horizon
Seems to be an illusion…
Horizon mystifies the mind,
It makes an imagination go wild…
Or it makes the certainty go mild….
Horizon increases the suspense element,
It makes hope lament…
Horizon can be an opportunity,
It can also be a futility….
But, it is important to check what it is…
Instead of just thinking about it!!!
The enigmatic Egg
Lives on the edge,
It is delicate,
It looks ornate,
It shelters life,
In the absence of strife..
If it has a rough patch,
It doesn’t hatch…
If it gets a flick
It is adieu to the chick,
The enigmatic Egg
Lives on the edge…
It was a shimmering sky,
She was sparklingly shy…
The shining stars were glistening,
The marveling moon was listening….
She was standing in the patient patio,
She was waiting for her romantic Romeo….
She sang a song of longing,
She sang a song of belonging…
She saw her love ascending the nearby bridge,
She was shocked and stunned to budge…
She saw him leaving the country,
She was treated by him like sundry…
She was now a lone ranger,
The familiar road was now a stranger…
Co-incidence seems like a divine Providence,
It’s ingenuity can be bewildering,
It’s occurrence can be stunning…..
Co-incidence is often subjected to many critical assessments,
The event augments ample arguments…
A pleasant Co-incidence is welcomed with a smile,
An unpleasant co- incidence is deleted like an unwanted file…
Co-incidence is like a complementary gift,
Forget it or lift it….
The story of Co-incidence continues,
It moves through many rues…