At sunrise,
The green blades of grass with dew
Caressed her bare naked feet.

Writer
At sunrise,
The green blades of grass with dew
Caressed her bare naked feet.


Sunday morning date with nature.
On a hot day I drink hot coffee
Morning ritual,
Wake up to the sounds of chirping birds.
Draw open the curtains.
Crash on the couch beside the window.
And soak up the warm rays of the sun.

The wooden boat glided silently across the serene lake, passing through the misty air.
Floating plants drifted gently to the side making way for the boat to pass.
Old and mighty mountains stood still in the background reflecting golden morning light, glistening on the peaks.
He hummed softly in the boat so as not to disturb the quietness in the air.

‘Twas the wretched dream again.
Reminding me of a glorious day,
A time that my memory refuses to forget.
‘Twas a balmy summery day.
I wandered the streets of Paris again.
Where the trees bloomed decorously
Casting shadows on empty lanes.
There were bustling shops selling
Tiny trinkets and many souvenirs.
Parisian buildings were everywhere.
With the prettiest-looking artistic balconies
I stopped a moment to absorb the view
Then, ended up clicking just a photo of you
– A fallen abandoned leaf by my feet.

Kidding,



When spring comes,
Nights are shorter
Days are longer and warmer.
When spring comes,
It promises life and growth
Along with new hopes.
When spring comes,
Birds chirp, bees buzz
Trees bloom with fresh buds.
The seasons have changed
When spring comes
There’s always merriment
& freshness in the air.

Everyday I drop by at the cafe
& order my regular: Chai Latte.
Everyday I sit by the window
Just to get a glimpse of you again.
Everyday you bring to me
My cup of warmth and walk away.

Her beauty, a marvel
To the artists’ eyes.
But every night,
She cried herself to sleep
Coz her love was blind.
Her powdered cheeks
A gush of wind
Caused her to sneeze.
In her tranquil gaze
Her warm embrace
Lies his eternity.