In the next moment of her journey, The life itself evaporating from the track ! The sinking thoughts are hell scary, Rain was dreadful when she’s out of shack !
Leaving her home and everyone there with teary eyes, Dont know where she wanted to reach to with a single paper in her hand ! The unbound situations of time forcing enough to tear it down, But it flew with the air,sailed in the sea and swathed her in the yellow sand !
When people were running for shelter to find more relief, She released herself freely under the open sky for rain strive! When the world was choosing the safest way to survive in the storm, She went out of the way to savor the difficult dive !
Freedom is earned and it was paid only by the dreamers, She paid the highest when her share was almost naught ! She took a flight to another life when the storm was heavy, To fly, as souls do not wait for cadaver to get rot !
The strongest dream took her away from the easy bed, Barefoot she was headed towards the numerous skies ! Hurriedly she fell over the cliff and filth made her blind, But she rose again graciously as the dust rise !
I won't call myself a writer or a poet. In simple words, Iam expressive in my own ways. And it comes out of me unasked! I love to connect with the happenings or the people around and love more to express and write about their untold part of stories. This is not somethin my mind does for me but this defines my soul. My soul connects with the stories of universe and through my words I want to touch many lives, many souls!!
As nights grow long a faint chill creeps in. Autumn royalty ascends like whispered wishes on the wind. Floating free on velvet wings in shades of black and tangerine, this regal host, a true wonder to behold. Ruling mild October
She went with the breeze,didn’t care what people teased. Narked,she told them please,just mind your own debris. Soaring like an eagle,she showed people her regal. They were filled with envy,but she was as happy as can be. Praising the lord
Nothing is impossible in this universe.. Not your dreams.. Not your Passion.. Catch your fate in your hand… We are one nation… The brave nation…. By holding the strong belief… Strong minds.. No sorrow can destroy us… We will stand
A thirsty town fails, harvesting the moon, and turns into a vast lake of tears. They were fighting for their right to remain poor and hungry. It was a fractured amnesia in the pit of flesh. Was it a pink