Brisk cold breeze on that evening..
Stupefy illusion of murmuring.
Hazy feeling of glossy tone..
Sweet honey drop sparse moan.

                                         Smiling lips bright eyes..
                                          Looking towards beyond the sky.
                                          So many stories ..
                                          So many tales.

Spring,  Summer, Fall and Winter..
Lapse days in countless number.
Seldom strikes remembrance ..
Take memories to the same place.**

                                           Brisk cold breeze like sharp pierce..
                                           Falling dusk angst heartbreak.
                                           Dark mind closed eyes ..
                                           Sweet memories lips smile.


                                                        ­                                *deovrat - 30.07.2014

Crowded clouds ..brown blackish ..
                                                      bigger smaller ...grey whitish .

Peeping down with lightning r
                                                   a
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                                                        n
      ­                                                     ....
                                                           seeds wakeup to grow in grain.

Birds are humming top on trees ..
                                                   saplings swinging gentle breeze.

My heart wish to drench sing n play..
                                                  feet naturally start to sway.

Every one forgot stature..
                                                 wish to play in lap of nature.


                                                       ­                                *deovrat - 28.07.2014

Hopes never dies..
Some time feels, no hope alive..
It comes back in many ways..
It arouses always ..
                                                      
                       In one or another form revive..
                       And we say hope is still alive…                                                    
                       Hope is always within, we never let it die..
                       Again and again, till we are alive..
                                                      

*deovrat - 26.07.2014

...
lanky trees..
on  both side of dark road...
was swinging....
gust of wind with..
howl sound...
stinging....
footsteps..
of a stranger...
entered in my ear....
it was..
like whisper of ghost...
or a dread killer...

I shudder..
with fury...
but no fear....
sweat was guessing..
from my body...
like a river....
I prayer to God..
remember to my...
near and dear....

no one  was visible..
within the range...
who was that unknown....
really strange....
is it disappear..
in the park...
frightening me....
as falling dark..

I was..
mesmerized...
trying to hunt unknown...
falling dark realized me..
I am alone...
is it..
really some...
strange sound....
or just the..
fear of unknown?
 x-x-x
*(c) deovrat - 25.07.2014

Often I wonder why..
Try to look beyond the sky...
Far far too far......
Till ocean meets to the sky..
Although my vision gets faded...
My desire to see beyond the horizon added...
More and more I try....
I wonder why...

*deovrat - 12.02.2014