The Beautiful View

Two streams flowing down the sloping sides, Gently flowing into the rushing river tides, Twisted and curved along the lines, Clear and transparent, A shine on the surface of water in the light, Catching the eye of the passers by, Admiring the beauty of the two streams flowing nearby…

Master of Disguise

They come in a range of colors, They have the ability to change color, Eyes are independently mobile, But in aiming at a prey item, They focus forward in coordination, Climbing and visual hunting, They live in warm habitats that range from rain forest to desert conditions,  Adjusting their colours for camouflage when threatened, But most in social signaling […]

The Lonely Child

Her clothes were untidy, Her cheeks had black blush on them, She looked up and smiled but had a slight drop of tear in her eye, No food, No where to sleep she says, No where to go, Her hands were overworked and there was no glow, She wandered the streets all alone, For there […]

The Only Way

There was silence and yet words were spoken, The truth felt inside was the only truth known, Kept inside locked with no place to go, Thoughts remained thoughts, Never got into the open, Suddenly the path was clear, A way was found to the door, With all the strength and determination, A new life began, […]

The Spinning Wheel

The giant wheel of life where there are ups and downs, The seesaw which rocks from side to side, A feeling that everything is uncertain and gone, Those dashing cars, Where you were hit many times and still made it through the fall, Every time the spinning wheel turns, It points to what is to […]

Dancing in the Wind

The flowers whispered to each other, The sun gleamed on them as they rejoiced, White, yellow, red, bright in the light, The rhythms and the sync across as they danced, The green grass decorated with vibrant colors, The different colors became more prominent capturing the different shades, As they fluttered and danced in the wind…

I Breathe…

There is something in the air today I can feel it, Is it the smell of fresh grass ? Or the smell of blooming flowers, Is it the scent of wet mud, The gentle winds blowing towards me nudging me slightly, Is it the fog that I walk through, Is it the pure air I […]