Scribbles...my way

 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 ...

An  usual happy life A morning bright n blue Have you ever met your self Emerging across you. In among the worldly conversations That...

Have you seen the colours of spring Rose peach orange yellow Amber grease Colours that I saw when Earth laughed with flowers To create a...

The train left the station The whistles blew off guard Unmindful in my journey I hummed a song of past The song of love and joy Of cl...

She was afraid of heights But she was much more afraid of never flying - Atticus The dawn showed a flamingo sky... It wa...