SUSHANA VITTALDEV

Quite is the fire,
Quite are the dreams,
Quite are the passions, the laughter and the streams.
Quite is the fire that sooths the moment.
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Behold and witness,
the beauty of the golden sun.
Over the horizon, she sets,
Into the Amber hills.
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When winds blow cold,
And rains wet grounds and soul,
It’s time to find smiles elsewhere,
Not to be gloom!
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The wind drives the waves,
Upto the shore,
Lying on the sand with my love,
I witnessed the gale that blew in!
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Sunlight gleaming on morning dew,
Silver webs spinning the branches through,
Greeting me on my morning stroll.
Upon the lilac tree perched the sparrow,
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isn't it funny how just a nod
or simply a few words mumbled
will form an unseen bond
that on new paths makes you trod?
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a cold winter night, alone -
when the ticking of the clock
is more distinct
i peer through the curtain of this silence
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From militant red,
Blended frenzied yellow to,
Advocating green.....
Shifting to elitist azure of pale grey!
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Life is a story in volumes three,
The past the present and the yet to be!
Life is for living come what may,
When the first is over,
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It all seemed like a dream,
A wonderful, colourful dream!
Your arms, engulfed around me,
The movement of your body;
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Life is a story in volumes three,
The past the present and the yet to be!
Life is for living come what may,
When the first is over,
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I cried tears of pain,
As I pushed you into this world,
I cried tears of Love,
As you were laid in my arms!
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The night is still and silent,
The moon gives away a beautiful cool light,
There is sweet smell in the air,
And cool breeze blowing through my hair!
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Once so vibrant and so full of life,
She survived storms all along!
And now, here she is,
Dying and dropping in her vase!
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The colours shine so bright from the reflection,
Making the world look beautiful;
Red – The will of love,
Purple – The depth of beauty,
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Am I the only one who cannot see the obvious?
Or, are there more, who do not care?
Why am I blind?
Or was I supposed to be one of the kinds!
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Dancing in the dark, I think of you again.
I think of you lying in my arms against my breast!
Holding your tiny hands,
Brushing my lips to your cheeks,
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Negation shapes the shades,
Wise grow the shadows!
Encroaching every scorched and scorned landscape,
Turning blindly through the desert sun,
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Have you sailed the sea at dawn?
Meandered its pink highway and trails,
Travelling places spirit alone knows,
The sea a world apart from our own,
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The beauty of a woman is not measured in her size,
It is seen from the love in her eyes.
Love for her children, her family and her mate,
The love that grows everyday with every step that she takes!
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