Just too close…

I too stand near the brink,

Not just to witness the rise and sink,

I too stand close at dawn,

Not just to sigh and moan,

I too stand near the depth,

Too just verge out the wrath.

Another evening in Stockholm

Stockholm, Sweden

Sometimes you don’t awe the time,

Sometimes you don’t realise the shine,

Sometimes you miss the evening in all time,

But later you realise it was not another time.

Let me put it straight

Blackeberg, Stockholm

Let the light ignite my life,

Let the sheen be more rife,

Let my boat, be on the bank,

Let me set above the rank.

Saga

Gokarna, India

Never stood for the stand which was to excel,

Along aloof on side in order to sell.

Creeping on shoulders for the path I need,

Simply begging for spur for which I bleed.

Laughing as never I stood, ever I stand.

In the midst of snow, I verge as sand.

Appeasing

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.

Sometimes beauty lies in fall

Goa, India

Sometimes fall are the start of new,

Sometimes fall have a different view,

Sometimes fall is the shade of all zeal,

As it act like a jubilant heal.

Even sparkles has haziness

Butterworth, Malaysia

Sometimes just climbing the success,

Is just like solidifying the wax,

All will see the glorifying sparkle,

But you will be alone seeing the haziness.

All around the path

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.

Even sky has 50 shades of..?

Every thing has different shades all time,

Unlike the night and the red wine.

Even fall is beautiful!

Let it be rise, let it be fall,

let the beauty to rise and stand tall,

Let the sheen, sparkle everyone’s life,

Let everyone to enjoy the free beautiful sunset and sunshine.