A Little something for you

My Ukulele scores shy away from your mocha embrace,
My tulip impressions breathe vigorously when you hum 'flight of the bumblebee'.

The bluemoon flashes its cunning shadows,
But Melonpies and Walnut Quiches help maintain my calm.

Rome of the East

They were talking about Boureé the other day.

Yes! The French dance. Notice the elements of Spirituality, Somberness and Spaß?

Quintessentially, that is Baroque (ian) Bach.

The Composer depicts diversity.

The fact thrills me more as I stare at the canvas.

The Social canvas that portrays these transactions and disseminations, ordered around the motion of Identity even today.

‘Rome of the East’, I feel blessed to be your companion at the moment.

The trial of learning and unlearning is a daily chore.

Amidst such trials, absentmindedly, we reach the shore.

Favorite flavour

Someone stole my favourite flavour and lurked away deep beneath the sea.
He even allowed himself the liberty to devour the daisies and the bright morning breeze.
But little did he figure out the perplexed Rover whose White boat he deserted. 
Along came the Robin. He crooned and cajoled her lest she fell into a slumber.
 
The Rover sailed away to a fascinating brook.
The mellow shadows and streaks of moonbeams set her free. 
Old flavours, accompanied by new records and Polka fancies swayed her. 
All she could think of was piecing together her broken thoughts and re-inventing her favourite flavour.

The purple run

She walks down the isle

Wearing purple expressions on her sleeves.

She stores her precious memories in a bottle

The bottle explodes with fury.

Her shoes help her to run afar

She discovers the galaxy in her lap.

* Inspired by Coldplay's song Paradise.

Goodbye!

Fly me to the brightest star

and watch me fade into the night sky.