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 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 Wandering Pain A walking piece Of surreal music, You haunted lanes And by-lanes of Countless souls! Like piece of a Floating dream Breath
A Temple On A Hill-top A sweet little pain, Smiled into my eyes, And a lone tear, Played with her silence Uttering my name!
Coming Back To Life The sky is gazing At dark eyed clouds, Cynically smiling Behind star-lit tears! Why don’t you come back To my life
A Pair of Lips If only you were, A little less beautiful And not so exotic, World wouldn’t have Really stopped by, And struggled to
A Comedy of Colors Comedy of Colors Fate like A little child, Is pelting a Shower of riddles, To tease every moment Of my life!
Scent of a Woman Musing over Your eternal absence, My tear feels the pain Of a sun-kissed rain-drop Drunk with a Damp fragrance Of a
Thirsty River Gazing at the waves Of your shadows, Dancing on the Ocean of my life, My poetry feels the angst Of a thirsty
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