BlueOasis

A comforting breeze through my hair; Crests and troughs of dancing waves, Sparkling rays bidding sweet adieu To the ever-flamboyant waters. Hand in hand, We leave footprints in the sand.

Take me to the mountains , Where the wind is chilly But the people are warm; The steps are rocky And the hills stay still. Where the bakeries feel like home, And the river travels across; Where all is calm And I feel next to the divine .

 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