Be my blessing…

Be my sky,

for my stars to twinkle bright,

be my moon,

for my tides to rise and fall,

be my words,

for my imaginations to flow,

be my flowers,

for my fragrance to spread,

be my rainbow,

for my colours to glow,

be my prayers,

for my hope to survive,

be my shadow,

for me never to fear,

be my light,

for my dreams to progress,

be my blessing,

so I am always content with this life…

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The beauty of silence…

When the beauty

of the silence is lost,

with an abrupt urgency

to cover the nakedness

of the raw emotions

fighting for the release,

the magic strings

of thoughts spill

the unfinished poem

of the lonely soul with

thousands of cherished meanings

never to be shared…

Accept the gift of birth.

Listen to the music,

the rhythm flowing in you,

Play the tunes of life,

it is the song within you,

sing with the stars in the night,

dance with the beauty of the moon,

brighten your days with a smile,

lighten your nights with peace,

appreciate every bloom,

and spread the beauty and

the fragrance of your heart,

to keep you blessed with joy,

sing to the tunes of this life,

that is in you,

Discover the magic of this life,

that is travelling with you,

the hues of the feathers that

colour your day to the designs of

the clouds that tow your way

defines a pattern to unfold

the mysteries of this life,

to comprehend the purpose of life,

spread the love dormant in you,

and discover the magic of life,

Accept the gift of birth,

to cherish the happiness

that engulfs your whole.

The love we share…

With different

outlook and different

ideologies,

the truth that breathes

our hearts are identical,

With different

reasonings and different

understandings,

the love that we seek

in this life is constant,

With different

rhythm and different music,

the song we wish

to sing is similar,

With different

means and different versions,

the affection that we shower

the other is consistent,

with different

gender and different needs

the way our soul’s match

is congruent...

Identical

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