Rain or Gloom ?
It runs it’s course,
affirms its presence,
Streams old channels,
collects in sorrow holes,
Extinguishes what’s burning,
Yet nurtures whats yearning,
Drowns out what’s loud,
With thoughtfulness and clouds,
It surfaces the buried,
Unfurls the curled,
Weakens the mighty,
Brings joy to the free,
Only to bring moments,
Obvious yet oblivious,
That it stopped,
To start again!
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Time With Self
Silence is burried, closure is hurried, pigments of design are tiny, yet mighty. Woven in the threads of time…
Ask Yourself
Ask yourself, ask, have your palms touched enough sand & dirt to be alive, ask, if your eyes have truly seen moments that made you forget capturing…
So Few
There are many things divine, some of them simple as sunshine, ocean a place so ecstatic and blue, yet skimming and diving in it, so few!