My fancies...

Do we admire the stars of the sky with the thought that they are ‘a sequin out of our reach’? So then the loveliness of our planet must be a similar esteem for all those sky-dwellers who keep silently stealing a look of our dear earth.

The appeal of this perfumed breeze keeps hypnotizing my wits. The radiance of this flora entraps every naive soul that touches the youthful petals even by utter slip-up. I cannot precisely imagine how this charisma of our earth would keep casting a spell on the dwellers of the sky...! 

If my soul could roam around in this wonderland forever and ever…! This cheery spring keeps mesmerizing every bit of my existence.

...I think my fancies are back into the action mode. :)


-Timsy Mehta

Spring Tales...

For a while I wish to think of nothing else. For a while, I want to sip each drop of this joy of spring. I wish I could elope with this well-dressed wind! The sweet scented flora offers me the power to crack the algal layer lying atop the sea of my thoughts. My urge for verve gets it to me. I touch the sunshine after long! Is this the sunshine, or the nectar divine; I wonder! I get so touched!     

The impulse of touching the sky touches the sky. I keep observing the joyous rhythm of my soul, while I’m truly resting on the grass-bed. Wearing a sheer smile on my face, I keep enjoying more such whims.

I so wish I could really compose a bit of what I have been sensing…

Oh spring! Your grandeur goes beyond the pool of words… 

- Timsy Mehta.