Meetings of the two, floating clouds filled with beautiful hues,
An inexpressible fear of bursting
What if someone said those three little words before I drew,
To the perennial world painted as skies in her favourite blues?
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Reading about the Oak trees, mountains, flowing essence of waterfalls, the scent of wet ferns, and the heart shaped leaves of Peepul.
Took my breath away.
And when I witnessed,
I was deeply inspired.
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Flowers all over the blue sky
Blooming in the fields of misty clouds
Painted by the hues of all you's and eyes full of stars.
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So here, our moon lights up in the night sky,
So here, our dreams arise in our beholding eyes,
And ears are willing to hear tales of our years,
Where we dreamt and lived and loved our dears.
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Our rejoicing season is glad to have arrived
Lilacs and water lilies are all around in time.
The autumn has begun
As it seems, but the sun behind the distant cloud hides his tears
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A refreshing winter evening,
With the sunset, on its crest.
The church with its evening prayers.
Relatively, the mass gathering.
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It was a cool winter breeze,
Snows were falling down to freeze.
A gravely concern of mine, 'what to call, whom to call.'
Ended up with my heart
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Yesterday, I was walking through the alleys in Calcutta.
The journey from my home to college with its endless possibilities and challenges is like a cloud.
At times it floats upon a gentle bay,
Showering the hues of life and light of yesterday's and tomorrow's blooms
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The winter begins within a breath of beauty
Everything around seems to unfurl the sail of diversity.
A story of a season that echoes
To find you when you are low,
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The autumnal leaves are sprinkling the crystals of glittering rain
Oh, how anew it feels to breath in the welcoming air!
The little honeybees have completed their task
After the rain came, they slept beside their hearth.
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The colour of the sunbathing hills are living through ages before,
The ride from boughs to the sky is completed by little Siberian wings in rows.
Their tails and feathers embracing the breezes of wintry days
India, they named home
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Railway tracks are calling for bare feets to start their walks;
Wheels of innumerable trains wishing to continue their pending talks,
Stones framed in rectangles are keeping dewy grasses safe beneath,
Oh, how it amazes me to see them protecting their little beings!
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A heart is living through nights of falling stars,
A pair of eyes passing sleepless nights in golden hours;
Being awaken till dawn
Endorsed in coloring landscapes in the heart of her town.
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Verses of bugs are whispering in the dark
Silence of woods are cherishing tidal winds and fragrance of blue seas, as means of worshiping arts.
The tiny bud is praying for palms to heal,
Where farmers were working still.
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Windows below the cloudy heaven,
Vows of lingering leaves,
Greetings hidden behind brown eyes and Lilies breathing to live .
They say, " trust in your heart".
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Blessed palms of Eve nurturing the Tree of Knowledge,
Adam by her side working for the same,
Once fell from heaven but two souls living as one,
Little sprinkling of droplets on a thirsty planet till welcoming dawns.
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Is it unusual to root for the oceans and stars?
Is it what you, too, wish. When you look above the roof, beholding the moonlight pouring his ardent potions in bonds that never meant to fall apart?
Dear reader, the long lost logs remembers delightful mornings,
she came downhill with the sun beams dancing at the top.
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Summer has arrived in the city,
Ants are waking up and butterflies are being adored by my pretty.
In the sunlight yellow tulips and sunflowers were blooming,
I felt beams of the rejoicing sun, where celestial galaxies were immensely amusing.
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It was a day when the sun shone brighter than usual,
It was a day when brooks near valleys formed a sensation.
Echoing against the twittering of flying birds at dawn,
Who knew: who won and lost in loveless wars fighting among tolls?
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Toes being dipped in sweet-salty water,
The surf is modestly kissing all the waves,
Smoothness of jewellery ice is white beholding herself till spring,
Floating clouds silently tossing in happiness, where birds are circling in rings.
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A Cradle Of Lullabies
Meetings of the two, floating clouds filled with beautiful hues,
An inexpressible fear of bursting
What if someone said those three little words before I drew,
To the perennial world painted as skies in her favourite blues?
What if the winter's silence was broken by gusty winds that blew?
The sky was not bound to answer,
Until he knew someone would accept the grays after ages too.
A bunch of sunflowers weathering in a bouquet,
Dry leaves and petals recalling the admiration which held them together hoping to sail, through the windy bay.
Ribboned wreaths are now in market;
Whenever I get a glimpse, I think about my day-dreaming silver rings.
It is still the same, even in days of Autumn's, as my spring's rays were kept in my heart's bottom.
Though at times, I try to look afar to find if you are standing there for being the colour I love.
All I see is always this I,
Adoring reminiscence, clear of sight.
Keeping rhythms of heartbeats and words, as finches are flying around in Earth.
While pitter-pattering is sounding like an old friend asking,
" How do you sail just for a pair of eyes, even without receiving a clue to write my tale in lines? ".
I smile, I rise to answer,
I gaze at the sky,
Unaware if they would read my chapter,
Uncared like snows in winters, Uncaged like the stars dancing in the moonlight.
Pastel colours in skies,
Butterflies rejoicing for the thread we tied.
"Long ago there were two little fawns, " they said.
They were brought up by the woods where they were born.
As they grew, the valleys and coasts sang like choirs in winds of dawn.
The sun always brightened their paths
Rays of golden lights were kept,
The moon became the cradle of faith,
Stars sang lullabies as eyes of their children slept.