The Flower and it’s Moon

The sound of rain and violent breeze,
Flying branches from remorseful trees.
Broken moon fighting the thunder,
One moment she was brilliant, next she went under.

Roar Roar thunder went all night,
Maybe the moon lost its fight.
Sky turned into blood red dawn,
Made my fellow flowers also mourned.

Cuckoo gave her melancholy cry,
The day had a loud sigh.
Apart from wait nothing can be done,
Thunder or moon, who won?

Eventually a lonely star bloomed,
On my broken petals fear consumed.
Sleepless, I kept searching,
Quietly all fellow flowers were lurking.

Love is what it is,
How to not wait for this?
When rest looks up to the sun,
But for me, moon was the one.

Then I espied my lovely moon,
Sky filled up with her light soon.
With my winner in every battle,
We celebrated and again started our travel.

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Freedom:Taken for Granted

Soft sand to my bare feet,

Dancing wind playing with my hair,

Birds chirps to my ears,

How come I didn’t care?


A new painted sky,

Flowers bloom in rhapsodies,

Sweetest smell paved my way,

How come I didn’t care?


I had all this, and much more,

How come I didn’t care?

Next time I go out,

I’ll thank them, I swear.


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Moon’s Control

This mystical moon came,

And it’s the moon to blame.

With every beam swallow me in.

Moving in with slow silent spin.

Tickled and tingled with those breeze.

Gentle rays were a naughty tease.

Like the tide it was unstoppable.

And resistance was not possible.

Our meeting was fate,

So was the distance and wait.

Which even the sea couldn’t change.

The moon’s control on my every wave.


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In love with the devil

Shed all the leaves,

And stood tall and strong.

Without wasting any moment,

I came along.

As wild winds flew by,

We swayed with its speed.

Going up ones,

Going down twice.

With a jerk of a heart,

We just held still.

I whispered,

In his ears.

When I’m done,

You will only crave for me.

Try to get me again,

I’ll kill you happily.

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Sweetest Soul

One large cup of sugar,

You are just like that.

I can mix you with warm milk,

And stir in some chocolate.

Sprinkle some sunshine,

Decorate with little rainbow.

The taste of it all,


That is you, sweetest soul.

And I’m blessed

To have you in my life.


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Only He

I wish to write,

A poem as beautiful as the butterfly.


As colourful and bright,

Shining in the sunlight.


Magical to the eye,

Floating in the sky.


Goes on without any reservations or map,

Like it’s wild sprit one can’t trap.


Silly me just writes,

But only he can create beautiful butterflies.




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