however far, measure the stride

the heights were lows too




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


who might have wandered over there?

in the calligraphy of the time

        in the dust of times



the traces profound


were found

if i can keep at it





Sun kissed mornings,till it lasts


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.