the horizon's colour

beautiful colour which hangs by,
which makes me sigh.
what hours its seen,
who all have seen?
where ever it has been,
where ever can it be seen.
what can it mean?

beauty

it has beauty-
outside and within.
it has beauty-
of water and magic.
it has beauty-
of radiance and waves.
it has beauty-
of time and age.
it has beauty-
of love and life.
it has beauty-
of colour and light.
It has beauty-
for now it does.
It's beauty will
be gone with time.
But its memory will
be beauty till the
end of time.
It has a charm
its life was high.

there is a song playing

walking alone the lonely path,
I,single in a rhythmic march.
The breeze just chill,
and leaves just fill.

Spiders weave their way,
unheard, see only through the ray.
The mystic sun's reigns,
covered by branches and canopies.

A flower or two strewn,
wait till the moon,
and i dip and move
away and leave them lone.

There is a song playing
the tune being my step.
There is a song playing
the conductor -the breeze.
there is a song playing
the dancers the flowers.
there is song playing
the weeping audience-trees.
there is a song playing
-there is something new
and the old lie and wait,
for the sands to cover them
away.there is a song
playing, to me its mere
tone of nature,but in
truth it is the daily jungle
of life,one so diverse and
divine.There is a song playing
the clouds misty and the land
wet create a stage for this-
the wage for controlling rage.
Beauty is both what stands
out and what lies in.

so high

up in the sky, so tall,
so high.Yes, you there,
how do you inspire?

long arms

long arms stray
cleaving a way,
marking the sky.

bright orange!

so orange this is it!
it is the orange fit!
neatly knit
a lot of wit,
it is a orange fit!

oblique rays,
strange face,
cute sways,
lights up vales,
and all sundays!

green filled leaf guard,
it is for a baritone-bard,
the wind,allegros fast,
cupid strikes first,
obnoxious die hard,
thoughts are marred,
flower- there she spins
her magic fists,across!
enchanted oh till last,
till the evening is past!

whatever

with masses of vapors,
like secret keepers,
they hide the bright
sun with all their might.
yet the summer sun sets
free its sharp and magical rays,
from behind the masses
flinging in all ways.
heat waves and UV rays,
red infrared rays,
boil all away,
so it lay-

gift of life,would be a lie,
for all would die.
A serendipity it is ,so high,
like a wonderous view.My
my,a joyous bird flew,
in the painted hue.

flower and bees :)

don't they look cute and amazing :) such tiny creatures :)

so small so cute
so sweet so lovely.
worth a million words.
jibing and buzzing they
carry their honey.Words
don't matter ,but to say
a few about them would
be funny,they are real
yet mesmerising like
unreal.So cute ,ho!
may i have some honey :)