It is that time of the year when people of a special kind around the globe takes note of the year that has gone by in terms of the dynamic changes that has graced not only the celluloid but also
In the faint recollections, of a blue light,
I see you, under the clouded hood .
The grass finches prepare their supper
And dust from down town comes by.
The moon slowly spread it rug,
The night has come tiptoeing again;
From the end of sea, where meets the sky.
Bathed in the grace of tall statured waves!
It comes to meet, the city of life.
And yet it hides far away from touch;
Rarest of an occaision arise, when some things stir your soul to unimaginable depths of consciousness & titilate that thinking corner of your brain so gracefully yet vigorously. Felt it long ago, the
Afar-near, visits to be paid;
To where, grand celebrations are laid.
A gathering of the rational animals-
Wrapped in impressive personality labels.
What else a reason, for the host, be better?
The moonless night brings down the curtain on my sight;
And the road to your city I cannot find.
The feet stretches itself over the bare thirsty rocks;
And dream-studded eyes, run into the lap of
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