illusions, imaginations provocative, silly sometimes my writings they are musings of a broken heart painfully beautiful evolved from relations from a daughter, from a mother a lover’s fascina…
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my Writings – my Life
Day: May 24, 2016
will You? my Love!
ever, if I fail to walk my pace is slow to match yours enlighten me my love will you wait for me ever, if I fail to see the beauty hidden in this life of ours through your eyes my love will you let…
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Father, dear Father
father, dear father when you touched me for the first time my eyes were closed, yet i could see your tears of joy father, dear father when you held me against your chest i knew i belonged to you fa…
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Curious of Nature
wind, now soothing against my face
and then harsh against my skin
flowers, now blooming inviting honey bees
and then leaving life, petals dried & dull
the soil, fertile, rich now
and then dry, bringing a drought
butterflies, now sleeping in cocoons
and then flapping those wings in a hurry
mountains, wearing the white sheet of snow
and then naked, letting the rivers to flow
trees, standing in silence patiently
and then swaying to the ruthlessness of the storm
rain, now bringing merriment to lives
and then voilent, turning into floods devastating
waves, bringing passion to the beach
and then showing their rage of tsunami
I wonder, so Curious I am
of the two faces of the mother nature
someone help me understand
be kind to feed my inquisitiveness
which is real and what’s pretending to be real
is it Life – the ultimate truth of our existence
or
is it Death…
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that moment
that moment
the way he looked into her eyes
i knew he made his choice
to choose her over me
that moment
when he let me loose
i knew he will hold her close
he was going to set me free
that moment
in all those moments to come
i saw them dancing
laughing together
and i silently whispered
to my wounded heart
to forgive him
to stop bleeding
tomorrow never comes
today i decide to bring a smile to you
today i decide to fill excitement in you
today i decide to inspire you a little
shall i tell a story, or ask you a riddle
today i decide to read what you write
let’s go to the rooftop, shall we fly a kite
come a little closer, let’s kiss each other
let’s sit together chat for a little while
aren’t we missing each other
aren’t we loosing time
shall we do it all today, not wait for tomorrow
for i have seen, i have learnt
sometimes leaving us puzzled
tomorrow never comes
what you’ve done to Me
i wonder why
i feel light like a feather
i feel the light in my heart
don’t need a reason to smile
i am beautiful from the inside
i glow like shining gold
i shimmer like a gleaming diamond
the scent of my body fragrant without any flowers
my eyes shine with zeal
don’t need any wings to fly
i am no more what i were
o dear is this your love
what you’ve done to me
Child is the King
hungry for power, seeking fame
everywhere with everyone
isn’t it the same game
those who got plenty, get to learn
the secret, to our existence
and hence, they begin their search
to happiness, to contentment
to learn and to relish
the simple joys of life
in the end
they all begin to realize
the one who has it all
inside us, hiding, sleeping
as we shake ourselves
to wake her up
it is the child in us who holds the key
to happiness within & around to see
it is she who holds the power eternal
none of the presidents, no politicians
not you, not me
it is only the child
who is the King
Curious of Nature
wind, now soothing against my face
and then harsh against my skin
flowers, now blooming inviting honey bees
and then leaving life, petals dried & dull
the soil, fertile, rich now
and then dry, bringing a drought
butterflies, now sleeping in cocoons
and then flapping those wings in a hurry
mountains, wearing the white sheet of snow
and then naked, letting the rivers to flow
trees, standing in silence patiently
and then swaying to the ruthlessness of the storm
rain, now bringing merriment to lives
and then voilent, turning into floods devastating
waves, bringing passion to the beach
and then showing their rage of tsunami
I wonder, so Curious I am
of the two faces of the mother nature
someone help me understand
be kind to feed my inquisitiveness
which is real and what’s pretending to be real
is it Life – the ultimate truth of our existence
or
is it Death – that holds the key
Nikhil (in response to your prompt to write on ‘Nature’)
Robert C Day (in response to your prompt to write on ‘Curious’)
I get to Live my Dream
In response to the Daily prompt… the magic word ‘Dream’
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as I take the flight of imagination
million musings with bright colors
sway loose, dance in my mind
making rainbow of beautiful poems
containing all possible emotions
as they put me to work
I hold a quill, fuel it with ink
ready with the paper of my heart
to be carved with gold
each time I decorate it with words glorious
I get to live my dream
I get to live, my dream of writing
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