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.
Lilies in my garden
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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.
Have you ever observed how things have layers to them. It is just a matter of range, and scale. What’s not evident doesn’t imply it doesn’t exist.Another dream of a beautiful evening sky, a palette of blues and greens, with undertones of greys and blacks. As I saw this, I felt an urge to go beyond this layer, and see what’s beneath. There is something enticing about the hidden. Tried sharing the same through a poem.
Unravel the mystery of the sky
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This beautiful sky above,
With shades of blue-
A stolen hue from the peacock’s feathers,
A grabbed tone from the nordic seas,
And a snatched tint from the crystals of Ceylon.
The greens look subdued,
But still asserting their presence,
With a mix of mountain jungles and the muddy water stains.
Who doesn’t love sunrises? Who doesn’t love remembering the same in dreams? Dreams have a power that can transcend the limitations of logic and knowledge. This sunrise from a low mountain range in sub-urban Mumbai took a special form. The poetry and the picture below explains this.
Dreams are a encounters of a different kind. Sometimes purely blissful, sometimes horrifying to the core. I share one such dream I had last night. What better way than by expressing it in the form a poem.
a hedge of magenta blossoms in my garden
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Another dreamy encounter,
As I reach in a jiffy,
A far away terrain, Sun’s radiating gloriously, A beautiful mesh of rays, Covering this earth,
Like a bride’s veil, Beautiful when worn, And even more beautiful, When lifted.
A tiny amber boulder, Near the magenta blossoms, Invites me to a soirée, Filled with fantasies, Andlores,
Tulip Brook 