Life is not colourless. Is it ? Then what does make it colourful ?
Friends ! My journey is over ... It has been a wonderful ride so far . May be I have lost the battle May be I have sold my long cherished dream I am not that sad or tired as you may think . Nobody knows
Along the meandering lanes of memory , Recollecting the alphabets of antiquity... The dreams of dawn, textured of a twinkling tranquility; The rays of resplendency, the reflection of exotic ecstasy…
Life is a miracle....dream it,devour it !! #the poem is based on a dream