I stand over the hill, drilling my dreams, singing childhood rhymes. But so many times I hear an inner voice; echoing, deep drowning. Performs my soul then rituals for almighty, to ring me up on a fine sunny day, so my soul shines under the legacy of the serene ocean. I far sight my thoughts and their flight. They call for sublimation to the hands of death. Seeking for the curtains to fall in certainty engulfing hues of blue ocean. The ride of consumed thoughts, rise to wave to the albatross. Coral beds cushions my bewildering soul. Surmounting a halo, I muse ... and sail across the ocean, with my poetic bards. - Samiksha
It is not my impotence that red is my defiance. The red sindon is my defence don't misinterpret it as an offence. Red is my manifold emotions; My love! Anger! Spirituality! Red is my halo against virility. My untainted spirits become flawless, when it baths in stainless RED.
My sheets emersed in red are sins for you. Don't forget mankind it's the purge which liberalises you . Don't assign me as a weakling just because I bleed. It's a blessing from angels for me to be freed. The day onsets with sun's red rays. Dusk wreaths with lucent blaze. The walk to the love is red. The walk to anger is red. Both wrapped in the reaped emotions of spirituality, marked with highness of devotion.
Red is Radiant ! Red is Efferent! Red is Devotion! To the angels of lord. -Samiksha
A complexity which no one can solve, the two person who gamble the days all along. One clear evening I was totally amazed to see the voice peeping from clock. The voice was of the two friends Mr. Minute and Mr. Hour all along. They had just meet now. As the time is now 12 O'clock
Mr. hour said "Hello Minute".
Mr. Minute replied " Hello hour".
Mr. Hour asked how was the day?
Mr. Minute replied as usual.
The conversation went on... but the time has arrived for these two friends to set apart. They parted with the lovely song.
Mr hour sang " Time is always less when we meet. Meeting is often a treat." Mr. minute smiled and sang "Oh! Hour Well said. Long loss shower. Instead our duties always moves ahead."
This friends only meet for a short seconds but always left with lot to say. Duties deliver their lifes purpose at every bay.
I was flabbergasted by the conversation went all along and understood that vary day wheather we come across a mortal or immortal world. Every thing offers a greatest lesson to turn the ordinary life cycle with the unknown surprises.