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At the end of the elated visit Around the mind moving marble mausoleum -Taj Mahal I was unconvinced to leave and got a place to sit As excited to enjoy the environment, withal It was the inside on the right,
She came to visit me from America, Everybody shouted, she is my replica. She is very pretty, white and pink, She wore her jacket, made of mink. My little lady always looked very busy, Serving tea with her beautiful tea-cosy.
I love… Paris in the summer, Bombay in the rains Cotton candy clouds, trees drooping over river bends Rickety trains, Topsy-turvey roller coasters Mountain mists, seeing the ocean meet the sky Rainbows (even without the pot of gold), loud thunder
The Saga Of Romance is a collection of romantic poems, mostly on metaphysical attachment, that may be helpful for younger generation in developing a better and healthy world. The poet’s style of writing comprises of forms like free verse, haiku, senryu, sonnet,
There is a chilbil tree near our grandmother’s house, Full of weaver bird’s nest in monsoon season, God has created everything for a reason. The grassy strands are woven into cosy, Intricate nests for their spouse. The male baya painstakingly
Led down from the tower Head high and hands bound Blindfold declined against the wall Black square pinned to his heart Eyes afire and shining proud He sang… He sang of Caruso, Townes Van Zandt Pavarotti, Bocelli, Mercury, Carreras, he
(Certain meanings of hindi language words: Mantra: Hymn, Prayer Brahmin: A priest Kalyug: In Hindu mythology as a time of evil, decadence, and untruth; here used metaphorically, comparing our time to that of Kalyug. Srishti: The Universe abhaas: Intuitive feeling,
Love is a treasure chest. Nestles in the chest, Holds kindness, and care. Soft as flower, Often weeps, and wilts. Yet, strong as steel. Weathers winds of storm A wonder it becomes! The Taj, an emperor’s dream. His queen’s home!
Gone are those days when We didn’t need to think about calories before eating. We didn’t have to plan everything in advance. We didn’t have to decide what to wear for a party. We didn’t have to check before speaking.
Surviving in a holy mess she fathomed, the storm inside her. Grateful, she was of the darkness who created a chaotic perfection inside a devilish beauty. She feared the wolves, yet, it was the one who ignited the forest fire
The beach stares at the sea.. But what does he really wait for?.. The waves The sea keeps throwing waves at the beach. The beach loves the waves.. Everytime a new wave arrives,she plays with the beach..titilates his sand particles..
Hope an upward slope to a panoramic view where the scope of fine imagination waits for you unbound dream-seeing vistas crisp and clear surround potential seeming new though always here waiting as seeds of inspiration to conceive and raise the
On the road side, many marvelous flowers are grown in a garden, Like many other flowers, it has a bright open- It turns towards sun and puffs up in pride, With a reddish brown centre, it can thrive, It has
I am often so attracted, Mesmerized and enchanted, Having watched pretty things, With magic in their wings, Flying at human height, Touching eyes like a light, Getting inside very deep, With a pleasant soul peep, Then my eyes smile, Making
it is time to make peace with yourself do this by loving yourself the way you are it is time to make peace with your childhood do this by releasing all old negative programming it is time to make peace
O Matchless Artist ! The Creator or genius scientist. You capture my heart with awesome wondering, And surprises, full of applauding. When I see those multimillion varieties of pretty flowers, I marvel at your marvellous designs. O perfect designer———–! You
salted with landmines a cordite whiff scents the dry breeze clumps of bushes and rich brown soil dotted with dull white glints of fractured bone a place where animals used to browse this is the place to pray furthest away
It should not have come early; the death, had insulted the terrible suffering. Shadows were lengthening. I wanted to live in infinite nothingness of the wrong time. Hope was not a perforated dimension, it was my religion. When nobody was
The innocent and lovely creatures are crying, crying bitterly every moment, For their beauty is their curse; One can not listen to the cry, As it is disgracefully buried by the devils in the inaccessible depth of the secret world,
Through the window pane I see, A drenched delphinium, A mortal enjoying intoxicating debauchery, An ensign in tatters, A hot blood growing cold in the storming jitters, And me, in the rear view-still “sedentary”. Hushed!!! For the carousel taking away
Never felt this way before, You have taken hold of me somehow…! Its not everyday one feels like this, I know I’m in love and I need you now…!! Nothing will change, Because its already done…! And it will be