The brighter the Sun, the brighter is the fuscia. Colour intensifying with the intensity of the Sun as if sunlight flows in the veins of the bougainvillea.
What if words were heard through the beating of the heart?
Emotions were seen through the windows in the eyes?
A touch felt deep within the mysteries of the soul?
Feelings were spoken through waves in the brain?
What if one could smell the love in the air?
How loud would be the whispers of the beating heart!
How clear the confusions within the eyes!
How steady the fluttering touch within the soul!
How electric the static language of the brain!
How profound the subtle fragrance of love!
Sheet of water with depths unknown.
Thousands of secrets in its core.
High mountains surrounding, in eerie calm.
Holding the water,as if, in their palm.
Trees standing guard, erect in a line.
On the banks of the lake divine.
Sunrays peeping from behind the cloud.
Waiting for Sunshine to explode.
New hope, new day.
Fresh start, fresh ways.