Satya Srinivas కవిత

Some Times… Sometimes dying is a beautiful pain Leaving the nature of sharing behind us Some Times… Resting in peace Growing again and again Some Times… Blossoming In the innocent eyes Budding at eternal moments Some Times… Looking at dawn sprouting with nascent images And floating with closed eyes Some Times… Flying with winged dreaming eyes Coupled with the viewer and the entity Some Times… Placing aspirations in the tender foot steps marks Building foundations for heaven on earth Some Times… Embracing the soul once for ‘all’ Traversing with transient colors of joy Sometimes… Sitting on a shore of a still pond throwing pebbles And observing the ripples with in oneself Sometimes… Dying is a beautiful pain Rather breathing like a living dead corpse everyday and hour @satyasrinivas.G. (10-2-14)

by Satya Srinivas



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