Voice strokes

Often our voices becomes an abstract painting,where the strokes of the fine brush are scattered across the entire sheet
are the light shaded brisk strokes all in the mind?
but never fail to reach its audience or impress.
The clear, dominant strokes are the ones that play the card and is heard aloud,may not be always that you wish to convey.

Pillow Diaries

These patterns follow my mind
from the bedsheet spread into my dreams
Like flowers sit adorned in the basket
brooding over for some sleep
Tossled and pushed 
I fallonce to the centre or to the very edge 
The chaos creates ruckushitting harder 
piercing into my veins
I seek solace in fighting it on
Fastening to the peaceful seat reserved at the top to create my own space
Copyright ©2016 by Elvira Lobo- Its My Life


The tide waited for the storm to come and go
The waves stopped for a while and took a different route
The anchor lost its way and preferred to dive
The fishes stayed calm beneath the ocean
The shadow of clouds and the rays of sun casted a loom
Not a creature was welcomed to its shore
Only anticipating when the storm will come and go
But it didn’t;still they did not change the fear of being normal bothered the whole ocean.

Copyright ©2015 by Elvira Lobo- Its My Life

Disclaimer: The image(s) in the post are taken from Google. I don’t claim any of its rights.