The Cloudy Sky
.
It's hot and suffocating.
The clouds have gathered in the sky.
I am reminded of the beautiful "Megha-Dutam" of the great Kaalidas. The 'yaksha'. The 'yakshini'. The 'megha'.
You got the message?.
The Hot Summer Day
The summer day is drowning beyond the horizon.
Quite hot.
The fatigued mind. The numbed limbs.
The words dry up.
Should I keep mum?
Any answer?
Is love a feeling?
Is it always expressible?
What is the expression of love?
Questions. And questions ...... and questions.
No answers.
Can remembrance lead to sadness?
Once you said so.
Remembrance may often lead to sadness.
Now I understand the meaning of your statement.
Echoes of yesteryears
Echoes of yesteryears make todays bearable.
Eloquence in silence
Love finds its expression in various ways.
When love springs from the bottom of your heart, it sometimes finds eloquence in silence.
Not everyone can decipher it.
Great lover
You need not be Romeo or Juliet to be a great lover.
Just be yourself.
And love with all your heart.
That's all.
