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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What does this bring?

Letting go of  the old to embrace the new,

The crazy fever of the young failing long 

 To be replaced by  this serene mind ,

What does this bring?

A medicine to heal the wounds or

A weapon to cut even deep?

New experiences to calm this soul or
Kindle those memories buried deep,

Shower the blessings long due or

Crush this heart even more,

Lighten the free sprite of mine or

Darken the dungeons of devil in me,

The profound thoughts leading

Thousands of questions,

With the depth of the heart

I pray , Let,

Peace prevail,

Empathy grow,

Kindness flourish,

Happiness spread,

Nature survive,

Forgiving the sins of human,

Let him shower his blessings as always…

The papers of my past…

The papers of my past

swept by the years and

lost to my memory

holding the traces of  my

dreams long forgotten

reveal those words 

in one of those moments

when I come across

a familiar face of the past,

Seeking  out the person

dormant for years hiding

in a cocoon of  layers,

soothing the crushed hopes ,

healing the damaged  pride,

hibernating the soul’s resilience

to renew the being  and

rejoice over its victory…







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High up to the sky …

Caught in the loop of  the memories,

As a swing in the air this heart sways,

High up to the sky it goes,

Bubbling with laughter,

Busting with glee to feel the  clouds,

To get those medicines for those burns 

that this society mercilessly inflicts ,

As the pregnant clouds cries its tears,

To wash the sorrows clean,

The heart that swings reaches to

dance with bliss and swim across…

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A war with me…

The reality of the hurts that bleeds

my dreams are the prints that you

leave behind after you meddle  with

my restless soul ,

Never to release your clutches of me

you follow my every move,

To escape is to be free,

To be relieved of  the  hurts you left behind,

Never again to be trapped,

I fight with my might against me,

A war with me,

In search of my true self,

Killed brutally by my ignorance,

Healing the hope that you crushed ,

I search my peace ,

To spread my wings and 

 paint the beautiful rainbow

with my victory colours…





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Keys of respect and love…

Bottled up dreams that are 

layered tight with generations 

of suppression and no release,

now break the barriers 

to free the souls and 

fly high and reach the sky

to  smile and hope for 

the better world,

Where you and me walk hand in hand,

For that was how this world  was made

A female and male equal we hold 

The Key that opens the doors 

to  muthal respect and love .




Blossoms of love…

The drizzles  that fall as

the fragrance of nature,

The poems that whisper 

 blossoms of  love,

The stars that light the 

the magic of  sky,

The breeze that tunes the 

 music of  trees,

Spreads the fragrance 

of  blossoms of this 

magical  nature to

dissolve itself into

music of eternal bliss…












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