Brightshare

how can I... how can I admit you as my possession? time is enveloping me like a slow poison I am meeting the evening star over the horizon. In my garden lots of aroma... roses are blooming mysteriously; but, I am smelling the last event of life

fragment Between us, a fragment... beyond the knowledge to love and live. A mysterious telepathy each day killing our soul. A dream to cross the tulip garden and cuddle you blooming. Aha! your miss call a downpour in the wasteland.

of course I know, she is not absconded. She may be in some valley in search of inspirations. But, real joy will reach my heart when she will describe her journey in some evening near the sea beach. She had gifted me some red rose. Her gift always surprised me to smile in my dark chamber. I want to describe everything, time is very less. ... Let me first cross the milky way. [c] sarojini pattayat

water Everywhere the smell of desert the hope is sleeping in the dream of water alone we can't achieve... unitedly human can survive. Nature want the care and compassion, Let's understand its bare feeling, as we are its part and supreme its our responsibility to adjust the grieves. Under the sky clouds are flying beyond our dream, the anger of god to endure with patience... To explore the life may be the only goal in the barbed wire humming bird we are. water... the life, the dream of coolness, will be the illusion...  if...  we destroy our conscience, May be, still there is some hope we can save our glittering civilization.

the pool Summer... brought the memory of the little pool of my village. It was cool... fragrant, and full of childhood thoughts. But, our hunger for more place destroyed its sanctity. Now a building is there, and the pool is dancing in my dream

happy poetry month

haiku mid summer in the city park a dead sprinkler