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.

Luck is my fetter

PIC CREDIT: @Malay Mondal

No fencing can bound me

Not a height

Can stop

I've an air gun in my legs

To cover distance

My vision is too strong

To eradicate

The vicious cycle.

I'm a feel of insight

Luck is my fetter

Paradise is my stable

My strength is inside.

Love is dying...

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My breath 

Is choking

Inside.

Nothing

Has to feel

Only the

Dreadful memories

Because

Love is dying

To love.

A faith 

A bliss

A belief

What I have

But 

You're still far

From the dense

Of my thoughts.

My spirit

Is surviving

In my body

To regain hope.

Is the relationship only for need?

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'Papa I'm getting late, don't wanna miss the bus.', papa turned toward her daughter looking like an Almirah. 
Both the shoulders were tugging with school bag, bottle, socks and hands with lunch box, shoes, comb.
'How untidy you're looking papa?
'Come, dress up hurry'
'Papa, please call mumma.'
'Yeah I'll. We need her.'
'Only need, don't we love her?'
Papa is in silent mode, finding the difference between need and love.

Love till Eternity!

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I said to love.

He allowed.

I have been loving him 

Since autumn of my life

To grab eternity.

How I fed in womb?

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The moment, when my mother came to know about conceiving, poured immense pleasure to her. She became indolent and addicted of glee. Her amusement fed me through amniotic fluid for nine months.

They teach us: Children's day