The Scars

in a calm serene night

the wind decided not to progress

trees stood in silence

welcoming the Moon

gleaming silver rays

traveled their way

to bathe the angels

nourishing them with purity

water in the lake glowed with shine

a sight so rich, so charming

it hid all the pain behind

& no one seemed to notice

the scars

on the face of the Moon

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shall I ?

shall i urge you to support me a little

shall i ask you to come celebrate life with me

shall i aspire you to be beaming like the sun

shall i inspire you to leave the negative behind

shall i answer your questions if you may have any

shall i gently force you to smile a little

shall i make you forget all of your fears

shall i honor you today for your unmatched courage

shall i praise your serenity that fails the moon

shall i encourage you to climb no matter how high is the mountain

shall i ask you today for one more thing my dear

in the name of humanity

allow me to do all that I can, for you!

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the blend of life

life is merriment, to take us high

an inspiration, to make us climb

it is an achievement, must we celebrate

a few of our failures, must we dare

its about relationships, must we hold close

its about mother nature, so we consume

it is the love, we relish we nurture

it is about our children, our future

its that beauty, in the eyes of the beholder

it is the fear, must we smoulder

its about pain, must we bear

its about tears, bound to be shed

isn’t it pretty, a blend of smooth and rough

like a concert with vintage music

composed by the supreme

must we play, must we sing

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dancing drops of RAIN

falling from the heaven, as if

slipping away from the hands of the almighty

glorifying gravity, speeding to kiss the sand

fragmented, scattered

swaying in directions to the command of the wind

lessening in size with passing seconds

clashing with all that comes in way

making life to drip, glow the greener way

ever wondered such power such passion behind

engaged in making music of their own kind

with the tune of the clash of the clouds

these dancing drops of RAIN

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Sea Shore

sea shore o sea shore

how you welcome the waves

to make love to you a thousand times

yet to leave you again

sea shore o sea shore

how you offer your calm to someone

to live their loneliness

at the sunset, as they walk on your wet sand

sea shore o sea shore

how you beautify the setting sun

let it glow its soft rays on you

and then to leave you to the dark

sea shore o sea shore

how you mingle with the moon

to consume your serenity

to play the music of the night

then to hand you over to the dawn

sea shore o sea shore

how you enjoy being so giving

and never asking for nothing

sea shore or sea shore

please give me learning to the magic of life

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forever Reckless

often these eyes

have shed many tears

careless heart

is the culprit

vulnerable yet stubborn

it refuses any discussions

snatches the permit from brain

to take any decisions

charming yet silly

this heart

ends up breaking itself

never learning

from its mistakes

forever reckless, this heart

&

that’s the beauty of it!

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from a little Height

on the top of the mountain

as I stood and looked down

the city didn’t look the same to me

to my wonderment, it seemed another

thousands of dim lights twinkled at me

never thought it would look so different

from a distance, from a little height

all those people walked in union

the markets didn’t seem conjested anymore

the cars running, injecting life into the roads

the stunning map view of the city

made it look flawless, somehow a little fresh

I couldn’t see no hunger, no poverty

there didn’t seem to be any dirt on the streets

kids laughing, racing to catch a kite

how I felt the lost zeal coming to life

I thought to myself

the city isn’t as dull as I thought it was

it’s still full of charm that needs to be discovered

I still could find happiness there, had I endeavoured

today, I realize the lost beauty of the city

may be because I am looking at it

from a distance, from a little height

I am watching the city

from the top of the mountain

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beauty concealed

 

pretty flowers around, lush green trees
colors of the rainbow, waves in the sea
a few amongst many, gifts of the nature
my senses can feel, my eyes can see

still one thing
overwhelms me
selfless and gentle
surrounds me every moment
fills me deep
holds me, embraces me

the power that it stores
one can only feel
the beauty of the air
giving us life
yet never wanting
to be seen

Forever Reckless

often these eyes

have shed many tears

careless heart

is the culprit

vulnerable yet stubborn

it refuses any discussions

snatches the permit from brain

to take any decisions

charming yet silly

this heart

ends up breaking itself

never learning

from its mistakes

forever reckless, this heart

&

that’s the beauty of it!

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Dancing Drops of Rain

falling from the heaven, as if

slipping away from the hands of the almighty

glorifying gravity, speeding to kiss the sand

fragmented, scattered

swaying in directions to the command of the wind

lessening in size with passing seconds

clashing with all that comes in way

making life to drip, glow the greener way

ever wondered such power such passion behind

engaged in making music of their own kind

with the tune of the clash of the clouds

these dancing drops of RAIN

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The Purple Rose

then

came the dawn

dreaming bud

took a lazy yawn

stretched its arms

it felt the dew

it was its moment

to bloom

soft rays of the sun

served a little glow

petals all

announced to unfold

one after the other

they all glorified

revealing divinity

of a purple rose

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Birds from Heaven – no stray

music of the morning kissed the breeze
as soft warm rays of the sun woke up the birds
flowers bloomed to the songs being sung
branch of the trees were being danced upon
pigeons, sparrows, there were humming birds
making merry, bringing life to the earth
a magical sight for my eyes to witness
I wondered as I stood in my balcony
how could they hold such power divine
to make me feel so pure, pious
would be unjust to call them stray
they surely were the birds from heaven

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in response to write on the prompt of Stray Birds by my dear friend ZeroCreativity0

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The Green Girl

green girl emerges in the jungle

long hair kissing her knees

divine body covered in leaves

fragrant as if bathed in flowers

glowing face with eyes blue green

her manner graceful like a queen

she holds the sun in one hand

in the other she holds the moon

showering the life in the jungle

with light, making it serene

trees bend their branches in honor

as she walks her elegant way

an army of all sorts of animals

follow their queen in silence

a sight so charmingly delightful

when the green girl emerges in the jungle

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Painting on the Wall

painting on the wall

looks so to me

guess I am naive to understand

the state of mind of the man

holding the brush, surrounded by colors

does he belong to the city he painted

or he longs for it, for it’s zeal

is he jealous of the people living there

or he is one of them celebrating

flock of birds flying in the sky

are they for real or mere imagination

or the painter simply meaning

to prompt the admirer to go ahead

paint the painting

yet again

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The Hope in Pain keeps me Alive

 

a butterfly curious
once asked the rose
o my dear, would you tell me
does it hurt
to give away your sweet nectar
does it hurt
when I fly away from you

the rose blushed, replied
o my pretty lady
when you touch me, my colors glow
I am sweeter
when you taste my sweetness

you flying away from me, makes me dream
leaves me a hope
that you shall come back
that you will touch me again

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Thumbs Theory

In response to the daily prompt.. The Magic word PURPOSE

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thumbs on the hands

sad, left out to wonder

forming a group, the fingers unite

why have the thumbs been set aside

pretty rings, are all for fingers

beautiful and long

they sway to form many gestures

desirable to be touched by the lovers

they work to brush the soft pink lips

caress a loving face, hold it to kiss

in the meanwhile

the short and the cornered thumbs

sitting to rest, feeling too dumb

they are yet to realize their worth

do they know their part is to inspire

for thumbs up is the gesture we all aspire

going up of them bring a million smiles

fill life with laughter,

make spirits to touch the skies

well! well!

the thumbs are now happy, taking pride

they now have grasped

the PURPOSE of their existence

they now have understood

the thumbs theory

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walking in the Woods

walking in the woods
listening to the silence
seeing the unseen
singing the unsung
smiling the pain
weeping the pleasure
holding the untouched
consuming the power
defeating the invincible
I have seen
the light of the darkness
I have realized
I forgot to live
I have learnt
to begin the end

dancing drops of RAIN

falling from the heaven, as if

slipping away from the hands of the almighty

glorifying gravity, speeding to kiss the sand

fragmented, scattered

swaying in directions to the command of the wind

lessening in size with passing seconds

clashing with all that comes in way

making life to drip, glow the greener way

ever wondered such power such passion behind

engaged in making music of their own kind

with the tune of the clash of the clouds

these dancing drops of RAIN

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