Blankly I stared at the blue ocean,While the sun blazed atop the blue sky.We both sat lazy on the…
This mind of ours, never ceases to amaze,Its alleys as deep, as they are vast.Deep inside its entwined lanes, stands tall…
The stick broke again, as hecarved out a ridge in the mound of sand.She walked in and stood near by,He smiled, and she waved a shy…
She floated by like an icy mist,Her sightings known to drive men crazy.The curved bosom lent her a crooked beauty,They called her the Witch of Agnesi.
Carefully he nudged it along with a little stick,The tyre wobbled, but kept in its file.Just then the first drop of rain kissed his cheek,And quietly flowed into his heartfelt smile.
The mercury had risen beyond measure,The mood was deafeningly sombre.The war had played out in many battles,The enemy was thwarted, but only grew in number.
With wistful eyes he stared at the grass,Plucks a strand, now a bunch he does take.Playfully, she ruffles a set of wet leaves,A moment’s shower taps him awake.
