Draped in snow

Embers of love locked in rings

Souls got Merged

Perky 😊



I spill my colours and let my ideality run wild,

Capturing the fragile and painting the mild,

In few minutes my ideality goes beyond light years,

For that your rocket science takes so many years,

Dawning probably sunbirth,

With my colours I wander earth,

I took, dive under the sea

In the woods I flee

Paint flowers probably here they are grown

I capture birds but they never frown

My colours illuminates and celebrate

Bring happiness and let the gloomiest moment eliminate

A dew drop that can spill if you touch, I can hold that tight

Without having a tough fight

Some times I paint the fragile

With all my Imperfections I paint in a while.

With all my Imperfections I paint these roses, for a while I hope I would be able to capture their fragility too😉😄😄so I just dip my fingers in colours and paint them…but Almighty works really hard I must say😄. Guys does my colours able to capture somewhat I was hoping. Do tell me😊

Perky 😊

In Woods For Woods

In cluster of pinewoods pleasant silence was prevailing,

can’t fathom the deep peace my heart felt probably

It was healing,

Whole lot of butterflies wondering everywhere ,

Ariose chirping reaching out for me was so dear,

Awaking the souls of the woods for a new day

Without any delay

Standing in between those woods wonderin’

How Bland, are Sun rays those are reachin’

I reached the cliff where rays were creepin’

Majesty Brook holding happiness was flowin’

Open my arms and mild breeze touch my pores

Like tides touching the sea shores,

Calm and composed that moment was,

So divine it was,

Daisy, daffodils in cluster everywhere

Serenity prevails only here

little squirrel was collecting nuts

She can collect but In my life I can’t 😉

Sudden wild winds makes me to rush,

was in need of some wood,

For approaching autumns, some fire wood is good

Approaching wild winds with little rainfall makes me to remind myself how Bland Sun rays hold importance in my life.

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My granny in that big hat,

Glasses on her nose and little fat,

Her Eyes are twinkling stars🌟

Love for her has no bars,

One day ice cream🍦 vendor was yelling on road,

Lanes at that time wasn’t so broad,

I bellow”Granny” from the lane, leaving my pebbles there

I ran towards my home like hare,

She was baffled 😯with my voice,

What happen my dear😦?

Granny! Granny!! Ice cream vendor on the cart,

Spare me a penny he didn’t went so far,

No, Not now

Climbing on her shoulder my sweetest Granny

Sweetie! I am not going to spare you a single penny,

I ran into my room holding a grudge,

Smells delicious, umm my 😄favourite chocolate fudge

Granny,”My little girl come here”

Delicious smell till spills everywhere

Went in the kitchen, Grandpappy give me a nudge,

Lucky girl She prepared for you your favourite chocolate fudge,

My eyes welled up😢 with so much emotions, I embrace granny,

You are the sweetest😍 you know na! Granny,

Climbing on her shoulder,My sweetest Granny

Grandparents are truly sweetest of all the family members. They fill your soul with lots of goodness and love.There experiences empowers our thoughts. Truly earth angels they are😊

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Dharaa ki Roshini

Kuch pal dur he sahi ujala Hai to Magar,

Kathin bhi hai,lambi bhi, Zindagi ki Dagar,

Ugatey Suraj ki lalima, Jeevan ujjwal karti hai,

Toh Dharaa bahein faila us jeevan Ko samait leti hai,

Dharaa pe pushp khil jatey Hain,

Suraj ki kiranon se jab mil jaatey Hain,

Rang Dharaa ke aur bhi roshan ho jaatey Hain,

Jab chand ki roshini se Nisha aur Dharaa ujjwal ho jaatey Hain,

Yunh toh Nisha ki pass sitare hain,

Magar Dharaa apne jugnuon se khush hai,

khush hai ki Vo jeetey jagtey hain,

Dilchasp kissey sunatey hain,

Kabhi pass hotey hain, Kabhi dur hotey hain,

Paida he roshan honey ki liye hotey hain,

Khud ujjala ban apni jeevan Dagar roshan karte hain,

Andhera kitna bhi ho Mayoos nahi hotey,

Sitare toh bas muskuratey hain,

Par Dharaa ke jugnun dilchasp kissey sunate hain,

Jeevan ki raah batlatey hain.

There is light some moments far, quite intricate and long paths of life are . Dawning provokes new energy and light in life that earth embrace with open arms.Flowers begin to bloom when sun rays come to meet them.Colours of earth become more bright when moon light makes night and earth illuminating. Though nights have stars for her illumination but earth is happy with her fire flies, as they are living beings and told interesting stories to her.Some times they are far, sometimes they are near.They are born to illuminate. Become light of their own life and enlightens their own path.They never got ditrude/disheartened knowing how dark the night is. Stars just smiles but fireflies they illuminate their path of life and told vivid, interesting stories to earth that makes them light of earth ( Dharaa ki roshini)😊

I am truly fond of firelies, this is just a reflection of that….Unable to catch them but surely I can jott down my fondness about them. What you guys are fond of do comment below😊

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Ever seen those flowers blooming with grace

Embellish earth with their presence, pop-up at anyplace

Whether blooming on land

Or on the marshy lowland

In forests or on the hills

Their own kind of beauty spills

Differ in their fragrance

Differ in their shape and colour

Their existence to other didn’t bother

Bee’s and butterflies are buzzing around them

Crickets are playing around them

They didn’t differ

Bear sweet fragrance and smiles

Even sunlight to them didn’t differ

So, why Humans Discriminate

Races,Colors, language let them to differentiate

If Almighty didn’t, why we initiate

Are Harrased and mocked, is it appropriate

Though we are from different places

May be different in our races

But Almighty put the same fragrance

Love and peace is my reference

Let us live like Bunch of flowers

Tied with string of love, not letting differentiation hovers

Like flowers we are so different but we need to learn that these differences marks our beauty and it is not the basis of discrimination. We need to nourish ourself with love, respect and peace and let other flowers (people) grow.love and peace is something that Almighty lays in us.

Peace. Love. Happiness.

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Our life is a circus full of people, some beside us and some in front of us, embellished with lots of colors. Like roller coaster rides we also have ups and down in life. Happy at height and gloomy at depth.

Being in circus of life

Like acrobat we have to strive

Practicing the same stunt

For treasure of life we are on hunt

Same the move, same the acrobat

But Imperfection doesn’t last

Embellished with lots of lights so bright

We have to choose which one is right

Neither the one too flashy

Nor the one so dim

The one which is constant

And life relevant

Start every day with a smile

Till night we able to walk life’s few miles

So many colors in this circus we observe

But few we able to hold tight and able to preserve

We have to sign life’s deed

Ticket of strength, courage, patience and will is in need

On ferris wheel of life,We see happy days at height

Gloomy day at depth let us hold hand tight

Like our favourite marie-go-round

For our aims we strive & our endeavours takes so many rounds

In between those ride we able to see the show

Stages are shared, New acts of life lined up in row

We share stories, laughter, tears and magic

Balancing our breath rope

Life is better at every stage we hope

Being the master, we take decision

Wrong some times like fall season

Sometimes the perfect like magic without reason

Imperfections become the matter of past

With every experience we become better version of us at last

Circus of life isn’t about the perfection, it is about how being Imperfect you take right decision in life with every fall and leads towards perfection while juggling with all that life throws at you. With all my Imperfections and hope for perfection I sum up my post here.

Committing mistakes is like some thing new there is a flow in Imperfection whereas perfection stand still😁 . As only Imperfection holds room for perfection or I say a fertile surface that let perfection grow.

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