Thursday, 23 June 2016

When you do things from your soul,
 you feel a river moving in you, a joy.”― Rumi



In this drifting evening I am facing myself
A bowl of emptiness I am painting with my senses.
Beads of moment is  my treasure
Nature's voice is my inspiration,
A bunch of wild flower is waiting
for my smile there...
Living a day
I am still depressed.

 

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