Despite of wounds all over the body
the flute mystically produces melodious music
In spite of nailed down nerves to the fixed wooden
the Magnificent violin miraculously creates beautiful tunes
When Man – Made things works meticulously in different situations
Why do not we stand with our heads high in any adverse climatic conditions – being God – Made
( dedicated to the victims of floods who went in to depressions and dilemmas )
Sunday
adds rainbow colors
All tiredness
takes away to heels
For tired souls
it is a sober kingdom
For refresh jag falls
it is a beautiful holiday resort
Sunday
sprinkles all happiness in all walks of life
Sunday
is the energy filling station for all busy lives
Have a Happy Happy Sunday
No eyes
view the pains of my Chair
No ears
hear the mourns of my Cabin
Leaving my room means
metamorphosing of myself in to a new life
For all my happys and sorrows centric one was my job
Behind the wet pearls , my oyster eyes failed to see the future
All greetings, applauses and uprisings made me to look at my self
I am the retired person
leaving the premises with heavy heart soaked in the shower of blessings
( dedicated to Senior judicial Staff Sri. Swamanna and Sri. Yesuratnam on the eve of their retirements )
Good Morning
bells brought spiritual blessings
Eastern Golden rays
scintillated Divine knowledge
Earthen Rainbow stars
sprinkled virgin fragrance
Saturday awaken the souls from all sobers
No more requires to start afresh a Happy Day
Have a Happy Day………………………………………………
Hearten
winds of my Garden
whispered something
on the rosy ear petals of my love
Bright smiles rock’n’roll smartly on her honey lips
Her twinkled fishy black eyes flashed lightening calls
Aurora lights of love soaked my heart with full of joyous
Peacock eyed soul soared high in the aura of full moon skies
Brook line baths
Sun rays blessings
Morning divine songs
Friday honey flower unfurled for dine
Enjoy the same till the lost sip of dew
Have a Nice beautiful Friday with great Good mornings
No one born
The Dance of Death (1493) by Michael Wolgemut, from the Liber chronicarum by Hartmann Schedel. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
with the permission of couple
Nor any one’s death
postpone on the prayers of Dears
All have gone now,
were also walked as orphans
on the death of their near dears
No one is the orphan on passing of others
Every one has to travel till the end of Terminal of Death
with no sorrows & no hallucinations………………………………..
