The mountains. The fog. The trees.
They knew it all. They heard it all. I just had to feel them. I simply had to lose myself into their all encompassing embrace. Even my silence seems to have been heard by them because I hear my silence echoing. My breath and the nature's breathe are in equilibrium now. Like a long awaited retreat, they welcomed me home.
Each time I tried to talk, there was gush of breeze responding melodiously and the beautiful greenary all around adding to its rhythm. The hills seems to be silent listener.
The sun calls for clouds whenever it wants to mask itself like the moon. Little did I know that clouds are masks. Clouds are grey. White and black are the sun and the dark night sky. Everything else falls under grey.
I weighed more with my difficulties when en route. When I returned, I felt relieved and I weighed more with bits of joy, contentment and more love share.-
You are a lake of silences
I am a wave of phrases..
You are a world of emotions
I am just a little city in it..
In case, you are unaware of your beautiful existence
I am here to cherish you..
While everyone's asleep,
Stealthily you slip into my eyes
and I wonder...
Is this a dream or is it really You
Sparkling up the break of dawn ❤
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Where the clouds meet the earth,
I want to be there forever,
In arms of mother earth,
Feeling strong,
I'm born to rule my world.-
Laughter is the best Medicine but laughing in the midst of fog at Nandi Hills is the best Feeling 😁😊.
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When the time comes,
You will be too old to enjoy,
Just do what you feel makes you happy,
The world needs a model to follow.
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The white sun looked like the moon,
Through the foggy atmosphere.
It sprinkled light as if it smiled,
When people applauded and cheered.-
ಬೆಟ್ಟದ ತುದಿಯಲ್ಲಿ,
ಮೋಡಗಳ ಮರೆಯಲ್ಲಿ,
ಸೂರ್ಯೋದಯದ ಸಮಯದಲ್ಲಿ,
ಕಾಯುತಿರುವೆ ನಿನಗಾಗಿ..........!!!
ನಿನ್ನ ಮುದ್ದು ಮೊಗದ ದರ್ಶನಕ್ಕಾಗಿ
ಬಂದು ಅಪ್ಪಿಬಿಡು ನನ್ನ
ಚಳಿ ಓಡಲಿ ಇನ್ನ 😍😍😍
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