(2015)
#GratitudeSilence #Light
A feeling of nostalgia Seems to stay Overwhelmingly A flash of sweet melody Brightens the day
Upon spotting a ladybird Clung to a yellow daffodil One wonders about her wish or will… Will it be for safety? Will it be for care?
'Twas the start of their day’s wor… A fresh encounter with dreams Nurtured by their teachers’ care Beyond parents’ love, more than fa… “Please, show me your nice drawing…
It all comes from the heart And the enlightening of the mind Composing lines of art Under mysteries of the kind... It may be a relief from grief
There are plenty of voices around Resonating in our mind Striking us in different ways. Some have escaped from characters Lively portrayed in books
You’re a firm Tree, and we love T… We’ll keep gazing you with glee. Solemnly standing Your branches are green no more Your whisper in the breeze
Stemming from an impulse Or a great wish maybe Now the poet sees himself Crowned his art and knowledge Around a distant ocean.
A pretty quiet early morning... Blessings coming with a fresh bree… Lasting beyond this mild sunny day Amid noble thoughts, some concerns… Fond memories, eternal reveries!
We believe in inner strength, Determination, meditation, Intelligence, divine signs— Supreme Light — Protecting us, cheering our heart
For a while she paused Out of awe, her eyes closed Journeying across miles Cherishing lovely smiles. Her mind lingered on...
Beholding that nice bouquet We cheerfully recall the day Of a sweet gift of purity Left for the Eternity. Watered with great care
The poet’s voice echoes Plenty of voices Living in different times Resonating in lines Flowing under life stories
Simply amazing how this river flow… Quietly whispering through the ban… Where sunbeams come and glow... Its waters stay pure and clear Blessed by the radiant sun
Soft rain drops falling on the gro… Celestial blessings around Purifying the atmosphere Offering us much joy here. Trees, animals and everyone
They stand still in majesty The abundant green foliage Covers them with beauty Worth a rime of Coleridge. They are bathed in sunlight