The Memory

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There is an image in my head of the travels I made,

Which shouldn’t have come to an end,

There is an image in my head of my favorites ones I visited,

A memory still so fresh,

There is an image of the village I visited,

The country life I enjoyed,

The beautiful nature and spaces,

That calmness that comes by,

There is an image in my head of the river that flows and the sound which is a feeling one cannot deny,

The ever so long journeys on the road,

The pictures the scenic view that one enjoys,

The people we connect and meet and the learning experiences,

Definitely something worthwhile…

Summer Showers

A cold wind blows bringing the smell of wet mud,

The plants and trees welcome the rain,

Dancing and rejoicing the coming of showers,

Water drops on the leaves sparkling like a jewel,

The sky roaring and warning of the showers coming,

The light striking as though a click through a camera,

A breath of fresh air a calming feeling,

A relief for the farmers who rejoice,

The dust wiped out from the roads,

Drizzling and trickling a lot of rains will follow,

Summer showers are here…

River Struck

A scenic river with many boats,

Awaiting their passengers,

I get on the boat and we move,

The paddle gently stroking the water,

Back and forth,

The boatman with a smile paddles effortlessly,

The sun setting over the horizon,

The birds in the sky,

And small island of trees nearby,

We cross mangroves,

Deep forests like,

Moving ahead I can see water till far,

Ahead a spot where different rivers meet,

The breeze picks up and it becomes chilly,

Fog can be seen and felt,

The boat emerges gently from the fog,

Reaching our destination,

I am sad that this journey is over now,

But I have clicked a picture of this memory to stay forever in my mind..

The Calling

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The hills are calling me,

A voice that echoes,

The clear blue sky and the river that flows below,

The hills are calling me and I hear so,

The winds that make the trees dance,

The clouds bowing to the hills what a sight it must be,

The hills are calling me come visit,

The view is magnificent and I can say no more,

For I am now speechless and lost in its beauty….

The Search

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She walked the lonely streets,

In search of someone she had to meet,

A drop of tear on her cheek,

Her eyes swollen she hadn’t slept for a week,

With no slippers she ran barefoot out the door onto the street,

She searched everywhere but couldn’t find the one,

She looked at the sky and the clouds passing by,

There was a sound of thunder and rain that came by,

Soaked in wet clothes she made her way back home,

As yet again tomorrow she will continue the same,

With no results and only disappointment her search will end yet again…