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…

Actions are pronounced than words…

Swallowing the tears

threatening the dignity,

I stand head held high,

the pride in me guarding my fight,

I walk ahead,

to march my steps to the success, I crave,

I move forward,

my victory is the answer

I wish to proclaim,

Always actions are

more pronounced than words…

Swallow

Faceless in the crowd.

Faceless in the crowd,

Nameless when alone,

I am always accompanied

by my conscience,

preventing my faults,

guarding my truth,

humbling my soul,

It is my saviour,

entitling my life in this

vast universe,

purposing the path

of intelligence that I seek,

the captivating energy

from the divine,

never to rest till I breathe my last.

Faceless

The moon of my trust…

The invisible scars

that you left me with

are the proof of

my ripped open heart

that healed itself

with the constant tears

that flowed free from

the bared soul

that was fool enough

to invest its valuable trust in you,

my once beautiful heart

waiting for its flowers

of innocence to bloom

was barred from

the fruits of trust

due to your untimely intervention,

but with the hope,

I pray,

for my stars of belief

to twinkle brightly

and the moon of my trust

to grow to full someday…

Invisible

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