Footsteps like flower petals
And the lily licks every metal
A voice whispers like Hermit Thrush
The dazzling dribbles rush and blush
...
A cluster of white fleecy clouds
Encircle the flashes of beat aloud
Ah! Beneath a huge canopy
Over the sand of mannerly
...
Under a canopy,
Among fireflies of love,
The ravishing reel reads the dove,
Round and round in delightful breeze.
...
Hovering over the sky, he often replies
to the veracity of wisdom, she, Athena
Cherish the preponderance of love at miles
Apollo retains the luxurious arena
...
Her voice echoes all the time!
Every single day, the wind blows softly
Echoes the cold rushes abruptly
...
Oh! My Phoenix
Life is like a bunch
Bunch of terrible facets
like hazardous shadows
...
Your smile is a metaphor,
That heals and highlights every verse
With a holy rhythm of love and rhyme of revive
Leave a soulful sensation and keep it alive
...
Injected a black inky poison to roll
in an uncontaminated soul
Vultures thought the poison swiftly flow
and invertedness ruin her glow
...
My Teacher, As a Rainbow
I once found a rainbow on the ground,
Shining brightly, its spark unbound
...
Floating over a vast ocean,
Lost and uncertain in the motion
of the imaginational knot, I thought
some way letting the waves, some are fought
...
A therapist of thousand respondents
Remedy that rushes and radiates the proponents
With the light under the lamp, and might to every component
Confrontations like glittery glitters, mold the gold, turn to glow
...
In the realm of words, where imagination knows no bounds, Tajalla Qureshi reigns as a sovereign of storytelling. As co-founder and co-editor of "The Wordsmith Magazine". She has fabricated a sanctuary for literary alchemists to transmute thoughts into gold and with a writer's soul that dances across continents, Her pen is a magic wand, casting spells of wonder, weaving tapestries of wisdom, and breathing life into the pages of our collective human narrative. Tajalla is on a journey through the realms of the written word, where language is the permit, and the destination is the infinite expanse of the human experience. Moreover, Tajalla Qureshi, the multi-talented creative force, wears many hats with elegance and flair.)
Aroma Of Delights
Footsteps like flower petals
And the lily licks every metal
A voice whispers like Hermit Thrush
The dazzling dribbles rush and blush
Faraway, in the divine posture
Right there, the peaceable foster
Murmurs the unheard beauty
Deep between the sensational duty
and there, above the Hut of Hearts
showcases the lust for wine love
that reveals a dwelling realm of dancing doves
Their hearth on a ravishing robust tree
beat the divine divinity to sense the free
Sunrise sprinkles calamity and clarity
The dazzling doves worship the sincerity
Read the fume of fragrance with love and hug
In the morning, with a warm coffee mug
And each time melodies mumble around
Green leaves glitter the glimpse as they found
Right behind there's a wall of booklights
Rainbow rushes over the roof at every fiery night
Cozy cushions boost the butterflies to dream of bright
Eyes of white, one on other, sweetly flip to clip
Fingers once touch the lips and then slip
Heaven-like aura raises the aroma of delights.
If it clicks in the heart, how tranquil the mind becomes when encountering a single apprise at the top, they may click a thousand times.