I love lilies- in the garbs of whites, yellows, and pinks. These pink lilies in my garden became a part of my surreal journey. Another beautiful dream that poured out poetry from my soul.
The monsoon raindrops infuse exuberance in life, The vreezy air caressing the plants like a melodious fife, Little beauties in pink attire, Glow in the light of cosmic fire, Glorifying the existence of this nature, Which exists in every creature, Reminding one to effortlessly align, With the master’s design, And experience the bliss this life is.
Dreams are meant to be beautiful. The surreal world is a place of innumerable opportunities. Unleash each one of them in the most magical manner possible. The afternoon sky- white cottony clouds scattering the sunlight, make me wonder how about painting this in rainbow colors. What a magical way to express myself on the canvas of the sky.
Life is beautiful every single moment. It is us who make it look ugly with our cloudy thoughts of grief, guilt, and self-deprecation. The light exists always; it is just concealed by the darkness of our moribundity. Let’s reclaim this beauty through a poem.