Thursday, July 15, 2010

life calling

Dilating conjure encompass each creature with its roberant captive power.

Mazarine above that ebony tree Dwaine, accompanying seizeless time sprinkling the same hard branches with gorgeous sparkling beams .Swarthy land forgot those robust rifts created, now revamping to verdant again. The dried up hopes fledging with new colors each day to have the best.















Yet, one can’t go off, need to listen after all its ‘LIFE CALLING!!!!’ man…














Desires flicker floriating new thoughts imbibing into flouncing minds. Still those flippant talks, unknown failures, agony, eternal fights to survive fling mawkish maze. Yet each day a new day!!!, the same old linoleum getting new colors waking up the tired flimsy mind to revoke and run behind an unknown voice…..



















The thorny pains often squeeze the tolerance. Still we need to stay in front like a strong hundred year old Banyan tree .














The broad lane with its two sides so bifurcated, some are gobbling everything having dire imperialism enjoying the great glory, while other languid lives still searching for mainstay in that gloom for their survival.



















The disarray justice of life lavished some faces, disdained many creating a great barrier on its strong foundation of unresolved disparity.













Dismal eyes still having eternal expectations in spite of nothing,no one to hold those wrinkled hands in their evening of life.














Still some innocent dreams sparkling through those souls, awaiting new dawn believing the presence of some divine power in its vengeance scatters darkness, and woe through the dreary regions of misery.









































































Whatever it is the existence and agency of some roberant spirit which everything virtue and efficacy, without which there can be no life, no sensibility, no energy, no new hopes sprouting ,no thoughts emerging, no dreams spawning.










































The captive power still harvesting in every lives the ‘NEW’ with its Miracling magnanimous magic, enlivening each day to wait for something good, sprinkling the dark lane with its spinning corpuscles of new hopes, changing the dogma with unbelievable evolution ,making everyone to ever listen to that unknown call by ‘LIFE’.


3 comments:

sami said...

excellent speechless!!!!

Vinay Hegde said...

Wonderful Quotes..!!! :)

Bindumalini said...

thanks:)