Thursday, June 19, 2014

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in the evening, reminiscing the joys of the day




kindly being accepted as acceptable




let your life lightly dance on the edges of time like dew on the tip of a leaf (Rabindranath Tagore)




lightly pondering on the mesmerising abundance of highly refined sagaciousness




market day fresh-fruit-frenzy




morning coffee whilst being enchanted by the concert of birds and leaves




mother earth in anticipation of cyclone lusi




opening the windows of the stars




perfection within the imperfection grants the reverie to soar




PSITHURISM - the sound of wind in the trees and rustling of leaves




supercalifragilisticexpialidocious




that moment looking in the mirror




the amazing case of THREES




the borders that ended a million years ago




the further one travels the less one knows




the naught has crossed its barriers




the punctilious' dream




there is no enemy anymore - just get over it




vigilantly gazing at the soaring stars






 waking up to the rainbow in the city




when all is said and done




when I grow up I want to be a tree




where the mountains dance




wherever the dreams will lead




winter bareness invigorating emerging spring


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