Seasons of life.

The tender leaves of spring sprout,

birthing the hope of seasons,

birds crip, bees hum, souls sing,

with love and joy,

everything beauty under the sun,

healthy and full comes out the blooms,

for the Earth to blush with

abundant charm…

Her glowing beams

increase bountiful

sunlight to burst with

energy and signify the growth,

the growth of work and wealth,

brightness bringing knowledge

and power,

the most resourceful season

of life flows…

To appreciate the

hard work and beam with pride,

smiles the harvest,

to rest and ponder

the reasons for this life,

to shed down and weigh the life

of its truest purpose ends the fall…

The cold winter seeks in,

coldness, not sorrow

but a long wait for the end to come,

to hibernate and settle in peace

with the life’s memories.

Blush

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A hell after a Heaven.

Walking through

the garden of roses,

breathing the

intoxicating scent,

lost to the world,

experiencing the

a glimpse of heaven,

she never knew,

the path leads to

the deadliest woods,

with thorny pathways that

draw blood for every step,

with patience and courage,

she slowly drifts her way,

the blissful memories

sometimes make her smile,

to forget the pain,

then again,

makes her weep,

to relieve the pain,

A hell after a heaven

injuring her soul,

Will a heaven after

the hell recuperate her heart?

Patience

The nomadic soul…

My memory fails me,

My nomadic soul has

encountered this experience

in some time of its expeditions,

In the long past

with a different name

and a different identity,

I have seen the blush

on your face,

but thought it to be

the sky in the dusk,

I have seen the glow

on your skin,

but thought it to be

the shine of the sun,

I have seen the flowers

on your hair,

but thought it to be

the stars in the dark sky,

I have seen you walk

with grace,

but thought it to be

the swaying breeze,

I have seen the love

in your eyes,

but thought it to be

the dream of the night,

Now,

after centuries of wanderings,

to experience this again,

What thou might it be?

A letter from an innocent…

Lost in meddle lies a torn out letter,

The foldings worn-out by time,

The letter was written by

an innocent soul long ago,

When nature was filled

with mysteries and unfolding

each gave profuse happiness,

When the dreams were

theirs alone and not

Influenced by social compulsions,

When time was abundant

and love was free to express

Without the partiality of

the breed or gender,

A reminder of a jolly soul,

Whose attributes of life were simple,

Good and evil,

By doing good you reach God,

And the evil leads you to the devil,

The thin line that confuses the

good and evil never visible,

Life was very simple,

The normal characteristics defined as

White and black,

Life was fine,

The grey layers of characters

not understood,

It was easy to differentiate,

The right and wrong,

The letter was written then

with a different ink,

Now losing all the words

and difficult to comprehend,

The letter meaningless and a

the burden to the conscience is

buried deep in the debris of

thoughts but somehow

resurfaces time and again…

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The blessed conveyors…

When fear flee and

peace surround,

When the smiles

transcend borders,

Guaranteeing empathy

rule the hearts of the rulers,

When Humanity spreads it wings

touching all creatures,

The blessed conveyors residing

in the immortal souls,

Rejoice for the creator and

his creations.

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The songs of the dark…

The solo songs of the night,

Echoing the shrillness of the dark,

Filling the empty cavities of the heart,

Letting find solace for some,

Seeking the peace for a few,

Condemning the actions of the day,

Or crying the griefs of today,

And building a hope for tomorrow ,

The songs of the night echos to all…

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The beauty that she is…

She is a beauty to every sight,

Her joys of radiance contagious

And touching all passing her way,

The living divine for the two souls

Reason for her birth,

The cherished dream of their

Breathing moments,

The gift of their life ,

The reason of their breaths,

Their blessing from the immortal,

With the stars glowing in their eyes,

Her shine was evident to all but one,

The one that mattered most to her,

The tears behind her happiness,

But now the smile of her sorrows,

As she stifles all her emotions

Behind a facade of smiles ,

She waits for the moment to confide

And console those two hearts,

For she knows the intensity of their

Pain will be more than hers…

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Growing up …

The dreams of the innocent,

Grow big , Wear the glamour of age,

Earn a lot, Spend it lavishly,

Buy whatever,

Money is advantage,

Age is power,

Executed with charm,

Growing up fun,

To follow our will,

The dreams of the ignorance,

Believed to be true,

Narrated to a mind of proficiency,

And a inscrutable face,

Smiles back with the

years of experience…

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The divine moment…

Soft granules tickling the feet,

The breezy air soothing the heart,

The darkness of the sky teasing the eyes,

The calm of the absoluteness 
Surrounding the soul,

The candid conversation with the self

Evolving new heights,

Is the divine moment when,

This journey of life finds 

True perceptions of its self…

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