Posted in the Daily Post: Wanderlust
“All that is gold does not glitter,
Not all those who wander are lost.”
― J.R.R. Tolkien, The Fellowship of the Ring
Wanderlust
On these distant shores
Secrets, may be stored
Here, under the scorching sun,
Rest assured, you won’t get bored
Sand and sea
Reserved for only thee
You weary traveller
So, throw away your calendar
Posted in the Daily Post: Wanderlust
“All that is gold does not glitter,
Not all those who wander are lost.”
― J.R.R. Tolkien, The Fellowship of the Ring
Wanderlust
Switching from land to sea
Why?
Because, there is much more to see
A boat trip
Will do the trick
No needs to any plans to stick
Just follow your instincts
This vessel won’t easily sink
Over, on the other side
The land is even greener than you think
Posted in the Daily Post: Wanderlust
“All that is gold does not glitter,
Not all those who wander are lost.”
― J.R.R. Tolkien, The Fellowship of the Ring
Wanderlust
The road to unknown places
Filled with unfamiliar faces
Following the complex maces
Leaving no or minimal traces
The road paved with asphalt
The road filled with sand
Following each one to default
Always on the look out, for new land
Posted in the Daily Post: Wanderlust
“All that is gold does not glitter,
Not all those who wander are lost.”
― J.R.R. Tolkien, The Fellowship of the Ring
Wanderlust
Standing at the airport
It was time for lift off
Because driven, by the wanderlust
This was the place of must
Shedding the everyday dust
Because, into the fever, I put my trust
This was neither love nor lust
I simply don’t want to stay and rust
Eagerly, awaiting my transport
Listening to my fast beating heart
My unknown journey, was about to start
Yes, this was my kind of sport!
Posted in Holidays/Simply Poetry
“Today, in the May Day,
find a worker and shake his hand with gratitude!
Without workers, no civilization could be built!”
― Mehmet Murat Ildan
May Day, May Day!
“May Day! May Day!”
The clock blared
As the alarm went off
I woke up with a scoff
“What the F…!”
As this, was supposed to be my day off!
Clearing my throat, with a cough
I quickly got up, in a huff and a puff
Waking, this early in the morning, was tough
I looked at the clock on the wall
Figuring some way, to stall
But the only option, was my ass outside to haul
First view from the window
Did my foggy mind blow
As I rubbed my eyes, little did I know
The only thing I would see, was more snow
What the hell was going on?
I thought May was summer’s dawn
But this plan has one big flaw
The winter has raised its ugly claw
It must have been because of the weather
My alarm clock had made this error
Waking me up early, knowing
I only, could this task endeavour
So now, it was up to me
The land and air rid of the freeze
To bring forth the sunshine and warm breeze
Just had to figure out, how this task to seize!
If I only had powers of magic
I would just pull out some gimmick
But unfortunately, my witchery has a limit
So, for now, I just taped on an image
Onto the window with a view quite idyllic
A summery green meadow,
The warmer weathers to mimic
Posted in Daily Photo
“In winter, I plot and plan.
In spring, I move”
Henry Rollins
Last Of Snow?
Bike rides?
In winter times?
Oh, how divine!
Posted in Daily Photo
“In winter, I plot and plan.
In spring, I move”
Henry Rollins
Last Of Snow Days?
Frozen in a formation
The leaves hibernating
Awaiting
Awaking
The transformation
Soon at hand
Posted in Daily Photo
“In winter, I plot and plan.
In spring, I move”
Henry Rollins
Last Of Snow Days?
Heavy on the branches
The snow masses heave
According to calendar
It would be their time to leave
But what are the chances?
Posted in Daily Photo
“In winter, I plot and plan.
In spring, I move”
Henry Rollins
Last Of Snow?
Through thick and thin
The winter surviving
In the snowy cover
Together they hover
Posted in Daily Photo
“In winter, I plot and plan.
In spring, I move”
Henry Rollins
Last Of Snow Days?
Lurking, hiding
Trying to fit in
The little lamp post
Who almost
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