BlueOasis

 Long walks with lampposts  Upslope and downhill.                                                                                 Friendly faces with umbrella heads along the way  with Colorful scented candle shops.   Open courtyard with eateries and trinkets, Wooden Cafes and scrumptious tibetan food, Rustic music playing along the lakeside.                                                   Slicing Fresh creamy and fluffy cakes                    And pouring warm simmering tea. Tranquil and deep waters                       ...

Orange hues of the horizon  The sure steps of the camels in the sand  Walking their way through     A vast expanse of the desert.     A soothing lake in the middle  Surrounded by beautiful arches .  A gift from a generous king  Bringing relief to his people .  Carved and interlocked sandstones Inviting and open courtyards ; Sprinting fountains in the centre    Flowing through the sands of time .  Glittering and colorful work of artisans on the streets  Puppets and umbrellas guiding your way up To a view of the golden city .        Tales of valour and strength Flowing across generations inside a living fort.  Gushes of pride and honor  In every resident till date . 

Moons and stars  Domes and palaces .  Streets gleaming with colors  Under the shade of Umberellas .  Kittens around every corner  Looking to snuggle and kibble  Bazaars glittering with lamps  Ceramics chanting the work of artisans  Sunset with orange and pink hues over the Bosphorus A delightful panorama from the galata tower  Kebabs with chai  And ancient stories to tell .  The city has a lot to offer  On a ride on the magical carpet. 

It's a summer evening The streets are gleaming with lamps  people are strolling around the square  There is hustle bustle in the eateries and shops around  The children are skating around the streets  A wedding bell sounds at the church  A women comes to offer her prayers A juggling artist mesmerizes his crowd A clock ticks 12 o clock The crowd slowly dismisses from the stage  And the curtain is drawn for the next act  The fountain keeps flowing like an endless potion

It comes washing down the mountains  Pearl drops from the sky  The smell of wet clay And fresh brewing coffee.  When you are under the shadow of clouds,  The comfort of the rains Gives you hope for a better tomorrow

Bustling through the echoes of the heart. What comes may lead to a secret garden. A timid rose beneath the hedges Fearing to be plucked by a pick. Flowing waters through the pebbles through all the crevices and lost paths. The warmth of the shoulders of our land On which we lay and gaze into the starry nights. Assuring embraces of the cool breeze Whispering the buzzes and echoes of tomorrow. Cradled for the night. And there she's blown into the wind.

Forever and always  In the dreams of time Walking through dark nights  and climbing to the sun Through misty dingy skies  Swaying with the currents  of the red mountain and the fields Through the twisted game  of sun and shadows  And smooth and bumpy rides  Till there is more that enters  miles away from the core Looking back to where it all began  Embracing the randomness  and the longing for those old days Through the rush of time Racing from a busy road to open fields and spaces Till you find what ticks cannot be altered And the needle comes back to where it started ticking