This is a few lines of my joy I have penned down as I was passing along the Hebbal lake.
May be something is going to be missed later..
Something is going to fly away...
It is this cool, rushing, lungful air I want to be...
It is this rippling crimson lake I want to be...
It is this crimson blue patchy sky I want to be...
It is a calming, soothing skin I want to be...
It is the warmth I want to be in...
It is the smile I want to be...
It is life I am...
Keerthi Vikas
Tuesday, September 10, 2013