Appa

Vibhuti shone on forehead,
clad in dhoti he towered.
Adorned with a holy thread,
all the knowledge empowered.
Tho gruffy he appeared,
for his look seemed severe.
Sporting a stylish beard -
I wish he was still here.
Now memories fill instead.
Lies unridden his moped.

Hudson River

Sunlight streams thru and illumines distances afar.

The long piers stretch across gleaming like solar bars.

The yachts stroll as the river rolls along the skyline.

Away for buzz one hears the hum of the morn hour.

Niagara

From the high mountains she tumbles and rolls,
reaching the brim of the deep valley's cup.
Then drops gustily with thunder and roar,
displaying the might that nature stores up.
She bounces on rocks with vigour untold,
sprinkling fountains of water with much force.
Appears as tho many tongues unfold,
each gushing from a mysterious source.
Such enveloped in her magical mist,
the rainbows spread their long colourful wings.
Dazed I stand this dazzling whiteness amidst,
and wonder how unblinking she so blings.
If ever a structure that portrays love-
matchless remains the architect above.