Poetry of an Evening

lazy windmills lined up there
like some big white grasshoppers
protecting the border







And I was just slow like them ,
stuck on this greenish beauty
moving as tortoise by the side of the river
Would i call it a river, uhu ... it would be wrong then
i may call it lake.. no its also not correct
its a sea, narrowed to this valley
to see the green earth
may be in love with this city.
I will call it sea-eye, so calm so bright












a city came to get sun bath here,
it had all warmth from the sun
dazzling in freshness,
a game of light and water

Shy less Summer Sun

Its nearly one week i am here in this beautiful nature of north. And i got the sun shy less. I think it fall in love with Oulu. Its not ready to leave Oulu even for an hour. 24/7 care center. Still now I have failed to see any dark night. This bold lover is just closing eyes like a tired boy at 1 am of night and rising with rush at 3 am like he will miss his office in-time. huh..

Check out some pictures i tried to pick when he was in so hurry at 3 am to rise up.... at 9 pm he is still in full mood of love at 12am he is feeling sleepy but not slept yet.. Here I am in the land of the ever shining Sun.... :D