Town hall

 

(5) words : | TOWN | TRAIN | FADE | HEAR | HALL |

I just took the train,

to my lil town,

walked on the streets hoping to hear from some one known,

but, all in vain, look what I found….

The fading colors of the town hall,

make me feel low…

thinking of the days when we used to go,

get trained in classical dance,

and perform as free lance..

I can still hear the claps,

claps echoing in the hall..

filling my trainer’s heart with pride,

fading out the pain to train-

us all in the dying art of our very town…

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This is about the dying art called Perini Shiva tandavam and the very old town hall of my town, where they used to perform this ancient art.

 

 

Beauty in dreams..

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There’s beauty in dreams,
We could sail on silvery moon beams,
Our imaginations flow out in streams,
There’s beauty in dreams,
In the dark night as the star gleams,
There would be a creative themes,
There’s beauty in dreams,
We could sail on silvery moon beams….

There’s beauty in dreams,
We could sail on silvery moon beams,
Nature seems to be making teams,
There’s beauty in dreams,
As sun slips out of the schemes,
We start churning our fantasy creams,
There’s beauty in dreams,
We could sail on silvery moon beams…

There’s beauty in dreams,
We could sail on silvery moon beams,
Caught up in witchy screams,
There’s beauty in dreams,
We would be kings n queens,
And Just feel supreme,
There’s beauty in dreams,
We could sail on silvery moon beams….

There’s beauty in dreams,
We could sail on silvery moon beams,
Belive, they are all fradulent schemes,
There’s beauty in dreams,
For, worlds unknown would just seem,
Perfect and mastered schemes,
There’s beauty in dreams,
We could sail on silvery moon beams….

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This is a triolet of Beauty in Dreams

© SriSudha K