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Warmed by soft touch
Tears melted in Gratitude
Snowflakes pure pleasure
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LIFE -A Transit
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My first Hindi poetry beautifully sung by Sunita Dutta (Manali H.P.India). My sincere thanks to her
जिन्दगी हर पल पहेली
न सोचो ऐसा क्यू है
न समझें वेसा क्यू है
हर इन्सान मुझ सा नहीं है
यही तो मजा है..
मेरा हंसना गुनाह तो नहीं
तेरी नराजगी शायद खता है
मेने दील की सुनी
तो इस मे बुरा क्या है
हर……
इतनी खुबसूरत है यह दुनिया
मे से परे देखो तो सही
मुझ से पेहले भी थी
मुझ से बाद भी रहे गई
हर…..
अथा सागर हे यह प्यार
ईक बुन्द पी कर तो देखो
हर इन्सा दोस्त बन जाऐगा
रास्ता आसान हो जाएगा
उस नजर से तो देखो
हर……..
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#POETRY #LIFE #BEAUTY #LOVE
30TH NOVEMBER – A Tribute
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Image from internet
One of the saddest day called Martyrs day (commemoration day)
The day nation remembers their heroes
Their sacrifices and their bravery
Defending the innocent lives of fellow beings
The young lives paying the price
For hate and anger of few negative individuals
Like everyone else in this world
They had dreams in their eyes
Some purposes to achieve
Some relationships to embrace
To love and be loved in return
Let’s Pray for the peace to prevail
May the thoughts be changed for better
May the world be a place to LET LIVE
May there be no Martyrs anywhere
Our youth contributing in progress
Spreading love and happiness
Through their ideas and innovation
Their hands holding prosperous future
Not the guns and ammunition to defend
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#POETRY #LIFE #YOUTH #LOVE
Hands in Clay
Alanna your poetry express the emotion of all the Artists who create masterpieces with clay. Thanks for sharing
I am reblogging this in honour of my Sister Joy with one of her creation
When my hands touch clay
I lose myself
Deep in the soft, smooth sensation of mud
Sliding between my fingers
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HAIKU #25
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Footsteps disappeared
Leaving no traces behind
Engulfed silent –Bliss
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HAIKU # 24
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Actions solely yours
Don’t blame others for your faults
They are just mirrors
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My roaming Soul
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Today it’s Quadrille at dVerse, with Mish hosting. The poem has to have exactly 44 words. The word that has to be included in the poem is “rock”.
Lying with my eyes close
Surrounded by the high rocks
Feeling the birds soaring high
Hearing music of quiet streams
Fresh Air kissing my hair
Magic unforgettable
Reality a harsh desert Sun
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HAIKU #23 TIME
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Clock 🕒 is just a tool for our convenience. It doesn’t tell us how much time we have HERE
When people say that they don’t have time, they are actually speaking the only reality, though without realizing it. How can you have something which can not be quantifed, or qualified or bound by anything.
We have people in our lives who would only communicate with us as per their convenience,
So next time someone says to you ‘Oh, I was busy, didn’t have time to call you’. Take it that you were not required in their life so they didn’t bother to call. But they will not hesitate to call you when they need you.
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PRECIOUS MOMENTS – GRATITUDE
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I am never lonely thanks to my friends :
The Stars
The Ocean
The Sky
The Sand
The Air
The River
The Trees
The Flowers
The Springs
The Rain
They Embrace me unconditional
With my Weaknesses
With my strengths
With my Truth
With my Silence
With my Empty hands
When I dissolves in Gratitude for their existence my creative thoughts are born.
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Why my hands are rough and coarse
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Dedicating to the every woman 👩. I am sure this has been faced by most of us at one time or others. An introspection for The children (irrespectivs of gender) and husbands
Why are hands rough and coarse?
Is a question I am asked
By my own children and others
Sometimes accused sometimes ridiculed
Doing the dishes countless times a day,
Using the detergent full of chemicals,
Using washing powders full of sodas
Not withstanding the harshness
The clothes fade away after a few washings
I use it day after day,
Year after year till my end,
So that you eat in clean dishes
And wear clean clothes
You dare to ask ????????
Why are my hands rough and coarse ?
When we are going out
Why I can not dress-up properly ?
Wear high heels and do my hair?
Has anyone spared a single thought?
After one hour of ironing
And few hours of cleaning the house
My back is stiff and feel too tired,
To even think of going out.
But still with a smiling face
Join you in your fun
You dare to ask???????
Why I can not dress-up properly ?
Wear high heels and do my hair?
I agree world won’t stop when I am gone
You may hire helping hands
To cook,wash and do the dishes
But you will not find anyone waiting
To serve you hot meals and watch you lovingly
When you browse your mobile while eating
Oblivious to the fact that I was also hungry
I don’t expect any accolades or rewards
But then don’t deserve insensitivity on your part
You may find many friends and well-wishers
But there would never be a blessing hand
Or a warmth of selfless embrace
Love me for your own sake
So that you don’t feel guilty
When I am gone.
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In the World of Thoughts 