A lovely knock of new year

Welcome moment

PIC CREDIT: +Brigitte Giunta

The room is looking rich

From outside

Sparkling lights are

Like white roses.

It is the

Welcome moment

To celebrate the time.

It seems that

Spawning pink roses

Are in,

To bow

On the both side

With the fire flames

And bubbling sound

For the craziest world.

In moonless night

PIC CREDIT: +Saroja BS 

I'll see you

No other day but

In moonless night,

Your blue eyes

Would look

Sparkling bright,

I will walk 

In the garden of silence

Hold your hand tight

I look 

Perfect for you and

You are my Mr. Right

No the sign of day

Not even galaxy in way

But showering milky white.

O my soulmate

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I was mewling badly,

You hooked me 

from Cannon's mouth.

My perils vent up 

when felt your breeze around,

Assumed myself 

not an earthly worm 

but made up from 

mud of your feet.

You gave me reason 

To breathe

O my soulmate.

Sow what you want to reap....

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A mother had taught her child that the relationship between Radha and Krishna was an extramarital affair. One day, the mother questioned her child's "disgusting" actions, asking, "Did you not know how much pain I tolerated to give you life?" The mother was silenced when the child retorted, "I was the result of your sexual recreation, not solely of pain."

Coffee with you

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Coffee 

is assumed 

good 

to regulate 

blood pressure 

but 

I experienced 

side effect also. 

Heart palpitates 

more than 

usual 

while coffee with you.

I have to stay here.

IMAGE COURTESY +Brigitte Giunta 

Nature has also feelings

Like us

It draws own image

An image of glitter

Like snow on tree top

No smile can attract the charm

As fluffy cloud,

When the wind verifies

The significance of laughing leaves

It dances on the rhythm

Of floating snow balls.

Its tenderness

Speaks so soft

As the rising of sun and moon.

I have to stay here

To hold the hand of breeze

To knock the shiver of warm

Till the decay of my breath.

Lucknow.... city of love

Googly

The silence..

 

 IMAGE CREDIT: My dear friend +Joanna 

 

The girl is weaving

The words of her fate,

She wants to know

Where is

The angel of destiny?

Her pain 

Is barking on her

But she is

Unable to do

Except to listen

The silence of screaming.

My inside pain

PIC CREDIT: @Gel Poetry Garden

The beauty of nature

Erupts whole the magma

Of extinct volcano

As pain

Inside me

To heal genuinely.

It balms gently

And kisses

On every inside blisters

To make feel blossom.

The tall trees

Covered with snow

And green mountain

Makes me feel happy

And free of worries

Like a baby in cradle.

I'm not alone in my home

Because

It all

Heals me on every breath.