It’s a dance of rainbow When her bangles tilt and twirl it’s a song of life when she whispers sweet nothings
the moonlit banks of Bay of Bengal provide us a perfect place to unfold the mystery…. Turmeric arrayed Temple steps in gorgeous Vizag affords us the abode to realize love….
Love! It smothers me When I breathe it in! I cut through the feeling Only to end up in floating
There my beloved! Clad in shadow-coloured shyness smells Love at the end of the passage! She realizes without my translation
When I hit against time it consoles me with medicine of Love after all, I learn to endure the sweet pain enveloped in a liquid dream
When I look beyond time Love and time resonance like a couplet of sweet verse, as sugary as life Life and love as always, inseparable!
Vizag is a beautiful port city where i was born and bred. I miss Bay of Bengal beach shores and its powerful waves. Its a poem of Love in Rain