Is it my time now?
My dreams astir, the dormant wild side rousing from slumber. Is it time to rush into the lashing rain hitting me headlong, while the Gods play their thunder song. Tall high peaks mine to climb and feel the wind in my hair , as I look down on the world, a beautiful backdrop- a witness to my boundless joy.
Unreined, untamed I dance to the vibrating, pulsating beat of my soul, carefree, mad, lost to the world.
Is it my time to soar, my wings scaling new heights, almost touching the stars. Is this my cue? Life in all its vivid bright colors beckoning to me, is it time to paint my heart in a million hues of the kind never known or seen before!!!!
so nice smitha, lovely thots---cheers
ReplyDeleteblissful thy be! and Thine:)
ReplyDeleteLove u dear.. felt your ecstatic wild vibrance.. wind blowing your hair and you like the lierated beyond emotions and joy... loved all this.. great piece indeed...
Love you too Pygma. Thanks SP.
ReplyDeleteNice one smee..:)
ReplyDeletelovely ! :)
ReplyDeleteitz ur time...........
ReplyDeletei've a doubt, is it my time.....?
Good one...!
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Thanks Suma, Maaru, Paarvanam.
ReplyDeleteBro...it indeed is your time! lol
May you have the best of times..always.
You are madly in love with rain...me too...:-)
ReplyDelete:-) Nasnin, yes I am. Ty for coming this way.
ReplyDeletefrankly speaking. i did not follow any thing. let me read once again and come back.
ReplyDeletewarm regards
jp vettiyattil
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hahhahaha, Mr. JP. All the best!
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