Cloud waves surge,
in the aery ocean
fed by the brawny winds;
and mist walks the earth
like a lost traveller,
cloaking me in a shower of droplets
needling my face and lips.
A conifer dotted skyline,
Of redwood sequoia and pine;
Vast expanse of rocky precipices
A bewitching moment in Time.
The monstrous wind
booms its dominion,
and yet, there is a silence
of contentment
and an empyrean peace
beyond meditation.
I could sit here for ages,
lost in the timelessness,
or, vapourise
and blend, with the divine...
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Dr. Bhuvaneshwari Shankar
Member Since: 07 May, 2014
I have a long association with English Language, it's literature and teaching, with a doctoral degree in Literature from Osmania University, and a Diploma in ELT from EFLU. There was a break in my studies due to an early marriage but I returned t...
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