Salt tears were desperate to flow
Her extravagant large eyes
Shed drops of water to fill an empty shore
She drifted across the rocky coast
Where she could watch the descending waves
She wept and watered the cactus below
And there grew a flower of despair.
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He said, I have inscribed your name in my heart
She asked, how can I see it?
Both aware of it…
Walk back silently with a smirk..
When she started walking, little did she know she could fly
When she flew high, she was above the sky.
Spreading her wings.. in bliss.
In summertime, our love is delicate, like a dandelion skimming in the breeze.
In wintertime, our love is warm — it raises from warm hands to your comfortable arms.
If skies are blue, our love is true— two people falling, galloping in the sun.
If thunder rolls our love is blessed, a refuge from the evading, meandering, closing rain.
When spring blossoms sprout, our love is strong, like color of love petals on the orchids.
When autumn leaves fall, our love is , shining bright like a harvest sunrise, sunflower, meadows and green grass, .
For all seasons our love will keep on being delightful and loaded with recollections.
From season to season I cherish you always! My one, my only, my love muffins.
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Can such rising hoods and sobbing skies
Drop out without his exist?
Of water and fire
Of sky and earth
Of birth and death
When the door of truth is right,
All components of satisfaction and distress are replied
Beguiling the ocean and mixing the sky sets
No, those are all bluffs
Since each man along these lines may whisper in the woods,
Tend to hysteria, upon to vanish in itself
Setting sun reposes and hides its blissful rays
Its fading glaze like a line of swordplay’s
The nights complementing when suns away
My heart melts in the allure till the dawn of the day
So, this girl is on her journey meeting different people, circumstances… somewhere down the line she reaches a stage where she strikes back as she does not want to be lost in this world. She has her identity, her status; she is trying to know herself.
She is happy in her little world of dreams; a girl who is running behind butterflies,blowing bubbles,watching a duck , jumping off a tree, throwing stones in a lake, loving a puppy, helping a nanny, eating sour berries , winking at a stranger, playing in puddles, laughing loud, screaming, sitting on a swing, wearing a cute frock, dancing….. Behind all these little things of joy, there is dark side she does not want to enter…….
And she dint hear it ever after
Chirping of birds and laughter
Trailing blaze began to fade
Battling for life she started to wade
Dark whispering of woods
Galloping and unsettled covered by hoods
A voice raised above high and strong
Merrily paddling, singing the torch song
She was glued to torments and bruise
Her obsessed mind sailed a new cruise
Little she knew, little she learnt
Tragedies that she burnt
She swam across her destiny
Away from the mutiny
Finally winning a storm
Raising a brow with a medal in her arm.
Look at the shadows outside
The bright moon is calling you
The wind is caressing your face
A beautiful story unfolds itself
Someone wants to get close to you
Knowing each and every thought of yours
Your dreams of secret words
Sharing all the space and silence
Getting a step closer each day
Holding hands of togetherness
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At my desk, when I am up in a sentimental mood to write
A green hilltop, climbing all alone , just for myself
A garden full of roses, chrysanthemum and chameli
A pool of water and Irish tea
A blue sea and rising tides
A lonely beach and finding for sea shells
A bookshelf and a coffee bar
A fountain in a park with white Lilies
An empty street with Bougainvillea
A train station with no one around
A river bank with huge rocks
A window pane and pouring rain
A cozy afternoon watching the ceiling
A terrace on a tall apartment
If only life was so simple…
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Waking up early morning
Wandering in the redwoods
Gazing at the sky
Following the cloud patterns
Feeling of the fresh air
Strolling on the green grass
Listening to the chirping birds
Searching for the cuckoo
Blowing dandelions
Sitting on a swing
Lying in the meadows
Basking in the sun
Collecting pebbles
Pelting the mangoes
Climbing bowed trees
Sipping coconut water
Playing in the puddle
Splashing water
Building a sandcastle
All these and more…
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