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Kalarav Sep 2017
I can barely see the Sun now.
It's slowly drowning into a pool of clouds,
turning a shade darker as it does so,
like a red bindi in the sky.
Awed by the mysterious beauty
I stand there starring.
Orange, pink and red clouds
fading into a deep blue.
The rest of the sky is covered with tiny shiny dots
and silhouettes of birds flying home
on the amber background.
The Sun's glowing like a jasper
and slowly it's completely under the horizon,
but a few rays cut through the clouds
like closing doors of the Heavens.
After the sunset the sky is a different kind of heaven.
The Night wears her beautiful cerulean dress,
decorated with diamonds we call stars.
They twinkle, they're a priceless sight,
covered often by clouds or pollution
seems like she is unhappy with us humans.
Nature, a vast beauty all around.
Despite being forgotten
it shows off it's beauty in a daily routine.
Do you care to notice?
Sunsets are priceless sights I see everyday. There is so much in life we forget to notice, but life goes on. When you feel low take a look around, you'll find a reason to live, to love!
Kalarav Apr 2016
Flowing, gentle water by the sand and silt.
Glowing moon reflected by the river.
The splashes and  the soothing waves,
like music to the ears.
The voices of crickets.
Cool breeze  pushing her hair off her face.
Sand and stones pricking her soft palm,
feet dipped in water.
All worries forgotten, washed away,
as she sat by the river side,
gazing up, towards the heavens.
While everybody was fascinated by the city lights,
she wondered about those twinkling things in the sky.

A calming presence, away from the crowds.
A prepossessing sight she'll never forget.
Nocturnal hours by the river.
The beauty of life captured in a few moments.
An admirer of the Creator, she is.
Kalarav Mar 2016
Broken pieces floating all around
A hazy vision
A dizzy mind
But there is a lit torch in the dark
A bit of confidence amidst the fear
Words of hope among the cries
Faith despite the pain
And I'm a survivor of a Wreck!
Kalarav Feb 2016
I don't  wish  to see the wonders of the world,
but a world of wonders.

A place where everything is cherished and loved
and we live merry.

Where smiles and love aren't fake,
where beauty isn't made up

Every colour is definitive.
Every inch is a spectacle.

Truly inspiring people and
truly fascinating surroundings.

Every step is like a burst of life
like a shower of glitter.

The beauty of dawn and dusk.
Blooming flora and thriving fauna.

Living among family and friends
with laughter and love.

Each petal of every flower
radiating scent and colour.

Each feather composing my wings,
flying towards my aim.

Spread my wings
and surf the clouds

Knowing my limits
lie beyond the skies.

As I step down with a sigh and say
what a truly wonderful world!
Kalarav Sep 2015
We laughed as we walked on the green grass.
Held hands as we admired the shades of tulips.
Orange, pink and red
like the colours of our hearts.
Joy filled us like frozen yoghurt
being filled in empty cups.
I cherished it all,
every dawn and every dusk.
However, not all roads are perfect
and mine did take a bend.
My knees buckled and I fell
and no you weren't there to hold me,
No you weren't there to help me up.
I looked around and examined my wounds,
They were deep and with no one to heal
they bled till I was weak.
I want you to take my hand again
and tell me it's all right.
I know there is no world without wounds
and they will surely heal,
But lets go back and live
In the same old peaceful Paradise.
we all have people who we love sharing our happiness with people but we can't always do that with sorrow, but the people who are truly ours will stay by our sides to make our life better and easier to go through circumstances which we have t face as they are usually the consequences of our deed.
Kalarav Jul 2014
I can see you
I can't feel you
I imagine your voice
I imagine your smile
You are like a mirage
A  look and you're gone
I started roaming streets
I started ringing doorbells
I don't know where you are
I'm stuck in a jar
A jar of hope unknown
Sometimes I wonder why all this
Just because of a glimpse!
Kalarav Jun 2014
The bubble I’m captured in,
All women are!
The bubble of chores, home and responsibility,
The bubble of orthodox thoughts.
The criticism faced by bubble bursters,
Needs to be stopped.
And now I’m going to show the world that
Without bursting the bubble, I can step out.
Know my powers, strength and ability
By just one little weapon called Education.
This weapon needs to be placed in every hand,
Boy or girl, rich or poor,
Not to be stuck in the bubble forever more………
dedicated to all women!!!

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