however far, measure the stride

the heights were lows too

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i have mostly sat and gazed at the brilliance of scene around

wondering,

who might have wandered over there?

in the calligraphy of the time

        in the dust of times

 

perhaps

the traces profound

 

were found

if i can keep at it

 

‘thinking’

 

sumita.jetley@c-infiniti.in

www.infiniticommunications.in

 

 

Sun kissed mornings,till it lasts

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Nobody knows from where the morning comes,

But it comes, every day.

All seasons ,Any weather. Sun , No Sun whatever.

It takes over the skies, wraps it almost with its colors.

And,it keeps moving- fading and showing up almost back everyday.

Till it lasts.then.