Scribbles...my way

It's another evening of the starry light......from streets through the window....Lightning up the corners of the bedsheet that hung lazi...

To be or not to be   Is a question that has no answer.... But people jest with broken hearts  So that they miss no chancer! A cruel world I ...

 She was born to be free... Among flowers n trees, And fly with birds, While play with herds. But shackles grew Before she knew, For the lie...

LA VIE MAGNIFIQUE "I cannot rest from travel: I will drink Life to the lees:" Ulysses....Lord Tennyson She travelled with the wind...

 She walks in beauty  of the night  Of cloudless climes  And starry skies ...........Lord Byron She was born a beauty of the real...

Waiting for long when longing returns The door ajar for you You stride in oh but casually With memories old and new I arise from my slumbe...

Peeping through the clouds off my bow The bifrost bridge appeared and how Colours of heaven all but seven Joy to my soul this rainbow has ...