The Carnival of Life
The Carnival of Life “Where did you Master the art of Weaving your words Into a garden of lyrics?” My life asked me. “As
Vishwas Vaidya
The Carnival of Life “Where did you Master the art of Weaving your words Into a garden of lyrics?” My life asked me. “As
The Miss World “I am far from… A beauty-queen, Leave alone a Miss world!” Argued my muse with my poem! “How can you
The Divine Developer The awe-struck moon, Is gazing in wonder At its look-alike, Melting in the Clouds of my arms! Finger-tips of my breath,
Pearls of Life Melting tear by tear Into the depths Of my youth, You watered The bitterness Of my life, Into a garden Of sweetness!
A Child’s Play Like a true politician, The moon lights, A fugitive smile On the lips of each Doting cloud With her own Fleeting promise
The Young Moments Decked like a new bride, The evening was flaunting, Foot-prints of a golden courtship, Left by the departing sun! “Doesn’t this
Song and Dance My eyes, like a Pair of bees Are humming their song To the rhythm of Your dancing gaze! Their notes abuzz
A Silent Duet The air is thick With colors of life, Listening with a Thrilling shiver To the distant rhythm of Your jingling foot-steps…
Jailhouse Rock A boss’s chair And a designer beard Turned his morals Into darlings of desire! Sight of a flaming beauty, Set his flesh
Wherever You May Go My songs, Like fond arms Of cherished memories Hum around your Wandering sweetness Trotting around the world My tunes turn
