The Waterfall.
The sound !
Smacking on the rocks
Brilliant glow of the waterfall
rushing down
Like a bride’s gown
Adorned in laces of bubbles
Searching for its soul mate
The rocks hide under
the tangled laces of the veil.
Is it to lure the bride?
The bubbles spring forth in countless number
And burst into air in silence
The intriguing Yosemite Fall
Always engulfs my thoughts in its fold. .
An undisguised ripples of joy burst
through me like those lacy bubbles.
Written by Jamuna Advani on August 10, 2011.
Monday, August 22, 2011
Friday, August 5, 2011
Moment at Golden Gate Bridge
GOLDEN GATE
The proud monument of the Bay
Crowds gather every minute of the day
The view of the blushing golden hue
Under the sky’s shade of blue
The untiring sun’s gaze
Captured in daze
A magnificent symbol
Standing beautiful and bold
Like the statue of Liberty of East Coast
The pride of West Coast
Irresistible charm and beauty
Viewed rapturously in bounty
Always adorned in serenity
Lays the path to eternity.
(Written by Jamuna Advani)
The proud monument of the Bay
Crowds gather every minute of the day
The view of the blushing golden hue
Under the sky’s shade of blue
The untiring sun’s gaze
Captured in daze
A magnificent symbol
Standing beautiful and bold
Like the statue of Liberty of East Coast
The pride of West Coast
Irresistible charm and beauty
Viewed rapturously in bounty
Always adorned in serenity
Lays the path to eternity.
(Written by Jamuna Advani)
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