SUSHANA VITTALDEV Poems

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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