Shiny glasses on concrete walls
Tiny people on crowded crawls
Haze in the air
choked my voice.
Sounds of nothing
blocked my view.
Many moons waited
and lost on the other side.
Many skies painted eve
on the light.
Somewhere in the air,
on top of the world
I lost my Horizon.
© S.Anand
Tiny grass shining
on the flood plain.
which died in the woods
and remained to be ashes
which grow in the desert
became nest of the wings
color of butterflies and song
of the spring !
Glowing light in the winter
and the walk of ladybug !
A drop fills the heart
with pearls.
A wandering soul
alter the course !
© S.Anand
Not the disappointment,
not the anger,
not the helpless mind,
not the restless soul,
not the hundred falls
which I have taken
for being tall.
not the hundred failures
to attempt the success.
Not the cold world,
only the alone cry ;
I tried to avoid !
© S.Anand
there at the end of every word, I’m standing, clear.
None the complaints,
not any expectations.
Best has passed,
and we lived it !
Troubles are over,
and we shared it!
Adventures are gone sore,
fortunately we tasted fresh !
Share of joy and sorrow,
together we hold it.
Lying is a sweet candy,
to hold the bitter, frustration.
Still, none is the charge.
Let life favour us,
with true flavors, friends !
© S.Anand
It was soaked in shower,
some moments of sweet joy.
Reminiscence of forefather.
Hope that last forever,
forever till you last.
And the obligations,
to carry the echo.
Longer than my longing breath.
August, been there,
almost providential !
© S.Anand
Cannot bear this anymore,
as I have to restore,
More solutions for each riddle,
trying to resolve.
More riddles for possible outcome,
worries to dissolve.
An endless quest with constant decay,
Which lead to eternal stay?
Valley in Kings Canyon
By Albert Bierstadt
A feeling that grows by days,
truth that hurts !
A life that slowly leading to abandon,
I’m stuck with natural fears;
a promise of alone.
Only reward I have drawn,
dearest precious objective.
Oh I whisper with my dream,
along countless tears.
I cannot bear this burden,
but have to endure.
An uncompromising compromise trying to decor,
Keeping those couple of lines,
blank and unexplored.
I might find another riddle,
with definite shore !
© S.Anand
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