We never run out in the search of beauty,As wherever we lie, we want to wreath the serenity.Whatever you try, what you don’t do to seem,If it doesn’t come in real, it comes in dream.From there you go mad about it,You fire the soul, or ready to apart for it,So what’s it, which mesmerize all beings lying here,But the craze is that, every one die for different craze here,For a beauty, but what is beauty?It is when you sigh and bliss together in affinity.Might be a soul for me, or might be a face for you,Might be the above picture for him, might. be the stars for her to sew.Might be throne for them, might be a simple job for those,But beauty is surely that which covers the flaws!!
Lappis, Sweden Some colors define my life, Some seasons define my life, Some parting leaves are just part of my life, But the wood is like the phrase of my life,
Let me wish, to witness you, Let me adore, the beautiful you, Let me see the colors of you, Let me fly just like you.
Pune, India Some colors are the spring of life, Some beauties are the need of life, Some sheen are the creed of life, and some blossoms are the way of life.
Gokarna, Karnataka, India Either a charisma, either the elegance. Beauty signifies the craze of nuance. Sagacity is beckoned by the serenity of persona, Like the sheen of eyes or the remedy like soma. It’s the pleasure to define the beauty, Shaping by words reduces the class of ditty.
Twin Towers, KL, Malaysia Either I was born together, Either I looked like you forever, Either I was named with you, But it too had a different view.
Neither I started to walk a long, Done by mistakes as I never the wrong. Suave is simply I defined my path, I need the snuggle but deflected by wrath. Sure I allowed my destiny to lose the game, Still I beckon the aura which remains the same. Addle is what I make my statement, Along the breeze I miss the wave with whom I went. Hope is what I kept inside the shell, I at the zenith nor I am made to sell. Time passing along the traveler, I hope someone’s wait along this traveler.
If days are bright than nights are glamorous, If days have shine, then stars makes the night fabulous, The city is all set on fire, by the svelte it own, It has it’s own bass, pitch and tone.