She sat on the beach
Staring out at the crashing waves
Her eyes misted over as she recalls his sweet kiss

As their lips touch, a cascade of feelings and dreams
Ran across her mind as she remembers a life time of love

She looks to the right, as she envisions a time
Where they both held hands in the rippling sands

And like a couple in love they run and frolic
With laughter and joy, as they splash and run in the sun

She now stares into the sunset as she watches
The pastel colours of light reflect off the ocean waves

And remembers how at this very spot they held each other tight
And as the evening shade caressed their warm cool skin

They sank to the sand in passion and ecstasy
Forever lost in dreams

She sits upon the shore
Recalling her memories of sweet tender love

He gasps….she turns with tears in her eyes
As she walks straight through the man she loves

Was it the trick of the morning light?
Or did he see her once again

Hands shaking he blinks then rubs his eyes
It was just the morning light

He looks to the left
He looks to the right

There is no one in sight
Laden with a broken heart

He wanders back down the deserted beach
As he remembers a time before she was lost

by Kaila George

My nude thought taking bath
Shower is on
Geyser is on
Geezer enjoys with fog
A fog bath of humanity
An enjoyment of immunity
Prophesying the calamities

As I thought all might be thinking
Open wide mouth lying on ground
After a bath enjoying sun bath

Blinking eyes
Twinkling dream

An angelic brute on joyous shroud
Though life is a dream yet it is a fraud

by Aftab Alam

I wanted to draw a painting
on the canvas called life…
beatiful, mystic yet attractive..

I started adding on colours
of love, of desire, of hope..
even of envey..

when I finished nothing was there..
except a paper of overlapping colours
loughing at me for my unskillfulness! ! !

so I started removing layers one by one
I went on and on….
till I found a blank canvas once again…

by Jyotishman Debnath

That small narrow meandering path
In the lush green fields
Moving with the stream
Over the precipice
With a gush
The water falls
On the blades which rotate
At speeds
Invisible which makes
To rotate the huge circular rock
Tons in weight
To grind the crop.

by Sanjay Mehta

Colourful,
Countryside,
Flowers,
Trees,
Plants,
With the view of the small lake.
Imagine!
Images,
Insects,
Animals,
Countryside;
Calm,
Serenity,
Landscapes,
With the romance at sunset

by Edward Kofi Louis

White clouds that rose clouds chase
Till the sky laughs round, blue and bare;
Sunbeams that quivering waves out–race
To sparkle kisses on a marble stair;
Indolent water that images
Slender–pillared palaces,
Or glides in shadow and sun, where, over
Walls that leaning crumble red,
Milky blossom and fresh leaf hover,
Or glitters in endless morning spread,
Far and faint for dazzling miles
To lonely towers and cypress isles,
Where phantom mountains hang on high
Along the mist of northern sky:
O Love, what idle tale is told
That these are glories famed and old?
For to–day I know it is all in you,
This vision, bathed in magic blue,
My sea that girdles me round and round
With winding arms in deeps profound,
And bears our thoughts like golden sails
To be lost where the far verge gleams and pales,
My sky that over the mountains brings
The stars, and gives us wondrous wings,
My dawn that pierces the secret night
To the central heart of burning light
And thousand–coloured flames and flowers
In radiant palaces, domes and towers!
A marvel born of sky and sea,
‘Tis all in you, that have given it me.

by Robert Laurence Binyon

True love has slipped through my fingertips.
In the dark I cry on a starlit night.
The oak tree’s reach is high in the distance.
These wooden stairs are never soft.
I see possibilities all around me.
But my hearts a slave inside an electric fence.
Can never smoke enough to make me feel free.
On a cold, lonely night I sit and reminise.
In the night skys lies simple answers to life.
As the darkness ends, a new dawn emerges.
The sun has risen I still cant decide…
Is going on another day… really worth it?

by Lance Carthen