The magic of soul ****************** What magic of love and affection ? We are unable to express it. Love among family and friends In the melodious talking Inexpressible feeling Steal our hearts and minds The real love between Body and soul And
CONDITIONED We are conditioned by so many limitations, everything in life depends on hope, we live in a Pandora’s box prisoners of a manipulative society which invades our minds and hearts with so many unnecessary conditionings. We are constantly demoralized and, implicitly,
SAND CRAFT Sand Art is born innovative And astoundingly creative A manoeuvre of imaginative Art of minute sophistication Novel exercise of new vocation Expertise hands of perfection Devise any shape of modulation . Rohini Kumar Behera Principal Advisor of SLF.
“You’re My Eternity” My life is worthy being longer a babe, You made the world so racy with a vibe, Everything cheery and optimistic to thrive, Getting amenity of life be immortal alive. It’s the only reason I’m alive for you, I
FOREVER IN LOVE Deep in the darkness, Merged together, They chose to be each other’s light, Darkness that frightened, Darkness so silent, That darkness was lit by their love, Made it bright. As love is meeting of two souls, Fully accepting the
LIKE A BUTTERFLY You are like a butterfly, Soaring high into the sky. You also flutter near by, Delicate, beautiful and shy. My love for you won’t die, But you left me, no goodbye. Heart broken, but I still try, Not to
ANEW The new me Becomes renewed Like the dandelion Dropped off my shoulders Touching hearts with peace A time where the past Never rules But the curtain screened For a new dawn Where my hope Stays alive And my dreams Come to
THE MAN IN JAIL The man in jail Thinking for an hope won’t fail, Thousand thought full of devil Roaming up on his mind not little. The man in jail Always gaze to the sky Counting the stars with cry Hoping for
Eyes Half Open With my closed eye I am left to my senses I can hear you breathe In the stillness of night With my open eye I can see your chest The rise and fall with each breath The rhythmic movement
#theme : Whisper Of Memories #Title: Handful Of Mist When heart’s undulating Betwixt the present and past When mind’s lost, Clouds of memories overcast Often they murmur, Perhaps some shadowy names, Perhaps those summerday boardgames. Lost in rush of life, Forgotten in