Monday, 30 January 2012

Andaman calling

Blue it is,emerald,vibrant,pristine
Unraveling myriad shades, most unseen
Joyous conversations which slid past night
The sea, now black, multiplying our delight

Green it is,peeping through this canvas so huge
Braving all odds, dealing blue's deluge
Then they blend, this communion divine
Paradise blooms,satiating all pines

White it is, mother of colorful dreams
Love abound, unhindered, bursting at seams
Binding all together,uncluttering convolutions
Becomes the sole reason for life's celebration


3 comments:

  1. now i 'm getting jealous. :(

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  2. nah.. u shall go to even pristine places :)

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  3. Jealous, not of places
    But of Poetry.

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