An unknown awaits to come out from her dark closet slowly leaven to ensure the pain to be undefined something anxious is always on her mind resting to fulfill her choice.
It’s not a follow up path for her it’s not the rope which requires to pull her to make it steady.
The intense fervour creates a shield around it nothing really matters what is gonna coincide will it be she or he? question arises from a moment of surprise and a picture of discrimination has been shed. still with the striking of clock all the karma used unconditionally turns up against.
The whisper the murmur the cuddle which is the only thing to run off at the mouth get demolished like the ashes with all the stories left behind got ruined all the bloodstains released for it got wasted? or its not worth it? the question remains…..
For her it’s the core of life something for which she can sell her soul just to get a glimpse of it’s tiny express of tenderness.
Will the mouth ever gonna ask for forgiveness? for those remorseful tears shed on it or they will still loath to respond about her injuries till the cremation The question remains…..
Poems is all about relating with something another.Poetry is something that can reach your soul if you utilise your power of thinking. it depicts merriment endurance and undefined love. Somehow it raise someone's verse and reveals out the strength and to create a beautiful human being. I just wanna write for people and elaborate the unspoken things from all around the world i am persuing engineering and wanna continue this on the other hand cause that really completes me.
Being a mother… That path that is sometimes taken, that path that sometimes reaches you, and that you, even as a companion, always walks. That road full of efforts of pains and struggles but pregnant with joys, with teachings. That
The Mother Mother is bestowed with all heavenly qualities From beginning till end she remains at stake She is a shelter in severe summer like the trees God gifted style makes mother never to shake Mother is emblem of God
Here below the oppressive heat On ground parched and cracked In dark and pregnant sheet A thousand clouds above gathered Streaks of lightning signal the vent As thunder roars in rapture With joyous cries they mingle The first drops downwards
Somehow I simply can’t forget The first time that i met her A little glimpses from the window pane On the special day of your first born A single call from your little one What changed everything upside down A
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