Sky was a strange amalgamation of fiery red interspersed with shades of blue and white. The wind it seemed to be picking up from where it left the leaves dancing and was bringing in a certain moist freshness, wafting through the wide expanses around.
The yellow flower on the bush and its almost hundred cousins lost in a world of their own, the golden yellow grasslands dancing to a tune getting played only in their ears and amidst this all with twinkling eyes and springing steps, a small boy strangely alone and unrestrained, seemed to be industriously occupied with a few disparate items doubling up as his toys.
The yellow flower on the bush and its almost hundred cousins lost in a world of their own, the golden yellow grasslands dancing to a tune getting played only in their ears and amidst this all with twinkling eyes and springing steps, a small boy strangely alone and unrestrained, seemed to be industriously occupied with a few disparate items doubling up as his toys.
His hope filled eyes every now and then glancing to the sinking ball in the sky, as if seeking a constant reconfirmation for some time still left to play. Kings and queens, wars and wins were running through the funny little game he had chosen to play, the innocence of an unscathed mind churning tales of joy and unabashed hope.
Unmindful, unperturbed by the closing darkness, soaking in the precious moments of joy , just so very lost in those moments.
Unmindful, unperturbed by the closing darkness, soaking in the precious moments of joy , just so very lost in those moments.
a faraway land of endless games
of honey dripping fruits and wild flower smells
a nameless land of unspoilt youth
of endless spring days and innocent dreams
a wonder land of hope and succour
of guileless loves and unshackled hearts
