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01/10/2024

When you love yourself and the Homeland just close your eyes and sing
O beloved! The mountains are calling you...
The airs have gone fragrant,
The colours are blushing...
The are dancing..
The chillness is hovering all over place...
The laid white carpets to welcome you..
The trees wore white of to welcome you...
The daffodils are waving resonant to your gait...
The waters singing in similar way you talk...
The sun wants to shine on your face...
The clouds yearn to shade your dark hair..
The lakes see a way to drown in your deep eyes..
The bushes shaping themselves akin to your eyebrows ..
Everything wants akin to you & so do I.

30/04/2024

One of the beautiful poems you can rekate everytime. The beauty of poetry and literature is here for you
"The Road Not Taken" By Robert Frost

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.

22/04/2024

When your vocals tune ,
the winds freeze still,
the blooms drizzle colours,
the mountains bow down, the grasses smell fragrant ,
the milieu grows serene, the clouds grow dark,
the sky drops stars in beads, the moon blushes,
the aura hits different, the mind goes mad, the heart wanders in the untrodden pathways that go to valleys and passes, mounts and meadows,
lakes and seas, snow and the rain.
The eyes stand still at you,
the feet barely move
when you pass by like the gush of the storm

12/04/2024

Waving the moon from here isn't infedility... Looking the sun into eyes isnt illegitimate...
To take the dismay, cook it to, like the scarlet clouds, the horizon takes along in the twilight of the fall..
Will the heavens bear those tiny asters again... Will they glow up the ways one day... Will the moon come along... The airs shall catch the lemonde chillness, scents of the mint and corriander, delicacy that of the fragile saffron, colors that of the red juicy apples, crunchy cherries and delicious strawberries.the trees shall sway like those red petals of roses dance in the chill of the night when nobody is around. Will you come around with him, will you sway through the valleys, the still cold waters, the abandoned routes, the alleys filled with wilderness, and by the shore of the beautiful lake.

12/04/2024

Some are yet to appear.
The bygone roam these valley passes,
hover these like the suspended blooms of summer,
Bright & colourful but .
The green leaves might not cover the of the yellow and pink blooms,
Dancing high in the air, so that you can just see.
And there are you in the purple blue waters ,
running all with the aura that controls you all along the way.
The that is serene to the mind , to heart and to ears. 🌸🌸🌸

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