bit of time

Bit by bit,
It eats up my time-
Bit vectors!

hippie haiku

Hippie life,
A trance of love; With-
Pot and peace

learning to fly

Miseries and burdens,
What else do they bring?
And every time, I feel-
Why do I need to vent out?

Lies they add,
To the palette,
Of colours,
You paint from.

Wars, they wage
With your emotions.
Burdens,
I got rid of them.

Join me, fly free;
Mankind is better,
When you are there-
Far away, in the sky!!



[PS: The image is not a work of the author. With due credits to the original artist @ http://ccomis.com/]

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The dawn always broke,
Before the story ended.

The nights always heard,
Strides of her foot steps.

In mesmerizing voice she told,
A new story, yet again.

Myths and legends,
Heroes and demons,

Shook the silence,
Of many moonlit nights.

Death clung,
Like a bud;
Waiting to blossom-
To every dawn that passed by.

The dawn always broke,
Before the story ended.

Thousand and one nights went by,
Before,
A story was told,
The world- about her!

A Change of Season

Days growing longer,
Shadows living longer;
Spring is here.
The air around,
Proclaims its arrival.

Wind sheds its chill,
Still,
On a fiery horse,
It rides.

Shaking the trees,
Showering the flowers,
Stealing their fragrance,
The way it rides.

Children play
On the mattress of flowers,
Chasing one,
Stepping on another.

Oh! Beautiful nature,
You never fail,
In letting us know,
The birth of a new season.