Dusky horizon, recalls Youthful yester years, A Time so yonder, yeaning yanky days, of yellow petals and yacht, gentle waves of time. Writtem for…
::A Glorious Dawn::
“A still more Glorious Dawn AwaitsNot a sunrise, but galazy rise, A morning filled with 400 billion suns, The rising of the milky way…
::Speck of dust, but Unique::
Each day we wake up to 400 billion suns, unaware, uncaring, lost in our closed world of million more uncertainties. We watch the bright…
::As the clouds pass by- Revisited ::
** Unkowingly or knowingly, I have been doing a lot of skywatching these days As the clouds pass by thousand thoughts fly, painting silver…
::As the clouds pass by – Revised::
As the clouds pass by thousand thoughts fly, painting silver memories, of unstated words and passion suppressed, behind the walls of whitewashed dreams, Whispering…
::Wordless Wednesday::
Taken in my Hometown, Jorhat, Assam.