"METAMORPHOSIS OF LIFE."

                              CHERISHED EYES ELATE,                      GENEROUS SHOWER UNLEASHED.                                AH! IT RAINED AGAIN.                                  MELLOW TUNES I HEAR                                   ECSTASY SETTLE WITHIN,                                       DULCETLING TO LIFE                   ...

                                  SCENTS OF EARTH!                                         TRULY DIVINE ARE                                           PEARLS OF RAIN! Its raining beautifully in my reign of earth! I couldn't think anything beyond the rain when saw the prompt divine... Rains in Muslim mythology marks the showering of blessings, apart from that the first thing it tickles in me is "undefinable amount of excitement." the divinely organization of ...

She wore the stars on her hand and she wore the sky on her sleeves and she wore The wind in her hair while the evening breeze wound 'round her hand like a emblem of love and she walked and she walked and she walked She's alive, she's alive, she's alive she wore her dreams broken, she wore her dreams whole love-bites of her life on her skin and her soul and she stood in the haze of the dimming days but she's alive, she's alive, she's alive you can find her and tell her that she is a dream the most beautiful silence that you've ever seen and your roses will wilt and your roses will bloom and she'll live all the days in between because she's alive, she's alive, she's alive And you can write her down so she is read again and again because i will tell you how she wore her pain: she wore the stars on her hand and she wore the sky on her sleeves and she wore the wind in her hair while the evening bre...

Love is a funny thing. You expect it to be easy. You expect it to be a world of roses and laughs and perfect moments that you find only in movies. You expect her to always say the right thing, and always know exactly how you feel, or exactly how to react to it. You expect her to calm you down when you’re yelling or to chase you when you run away. You expect so much that you feel entirely, utterly defeated when something doesn't exactly match up with all your plans. But that’s the thing. Love isn’t a plan. It doesn’t have a certain beginning and it certainly has no end or visible finish line to those deeply in it. Love is so incredibly messy. People around you can’t comprehend why you do the things you do, or why you fight so hard for something that seems to cause you so much pain, because simply, they can’t see. They can’t see the invisible ring of insanity that surrounds you when you’re in love. It’s inconvenient and painful and devastating at times, but we c...

I don't spend enough time doing the things I should do. I am stuck somewhere between responsibility and dreams. I want to live life intensely, loudly, poetically. Instead I am walled off. Hidden behind of veil of strength and propriety. Am I broken? Am I healing? Am I incapable of intensity? Have I lost my passion? Have I just become too strong? An impenetrable fortress? Am I worried about what others will think? Am I afraid of reflection? Of rejection? Am I afraid of what I will find if I dig deeper?  I am afraid that I will be misunderstood. Rejected. Pushed aside for not being what is expected, undesired. It is scary to put your soul out there. I am in awe of those who are able to find the words, the brush strokes, the lens view, to truly show their view of the world, their soul, their inner most person. I don't let that part of me out very often. I want to be brave enough to live without that fear of the rain. I sit and watch as the rain falls ...

                                       Reflective!                        Each phase shows of mine,                                 Unique story!                           No shine of my own,               Not fake even,what charm seen to                   ...

                      Once upon a time I heard          That the flying moon was a Phoenix bird;               Thus she sails through windy skies,               Thus in the willow’s arms she lies;             Turn to the East or turn to the West              In many trees she makes her nest.               When she’s but a pearly thread              Look among birch leaves overhead;                              ...

                                  Settling reality                    meadows mean nothing lately                         loneliness hurts!                                   air so void                      without your scent!                           now it hurts!!!     ...

                              e n s e m b l e d n a t u r e ! ! !                   p o i g n a n t c o l o r s o f r a i n b o w ,                        a p p e a l t o l i v e l i f e ! Colors fascinate me a lot.. every color like narrating a story of its own the change in them from one level to another describing life as it is... A beautiful gift of nature, Rainbow!  Its another change of atmosphere after a rain... symbolize life for me.. :) This haiku was written for September challenge by haiku heights and the prompt today was "COLORS "

                            SUNSET EMERGE BRIGHT!                            ABOVE THE DRAWBRIDGE I SEE                                 A SCENIC MORNING! Everyday has a new set of opportunities waiting for us, open your vision and look through the barrier a whole new sky waiting to embrace your life! The haiku was written for September challenge at Haiku heights And the prompt was "drawbridge"

                        Like crops early mowed down,                               exposure to emotions                             at this very green age! After a long time back at blogger, life has changed alot now... :) One thing which everyone can notice is, hearts so young are going through alot these days.. Heartbreaks, separation, guilt, anger, disappointment, regret, failure and the list goes on and on...  The world has so much to offer and so much to take back... It does not even wait to recover from feelings at times throws something else :) I thank to everyone who has been supportive right from the start to me.. I respect all my followers and I hope I keep writing regularly now... ...

                             Rays of joy, splendid!                       Touch the soul, enrich my life.                             vital bonds of friends!                                          Like sunlight to trees                           silently nourish my life                  ...

                                          I think about,                                      Things pure and true                                         this cruel world!                                 Strange world we reside,             ...

                                           I PROBE LIFE                                    CARE, LOVE, DEVOTION,                                         CLOAKED SUPPORT?                                       SUPPORT OF FATHER, ...

                                  ACHES SHAKE MY TASTE BUDS!                                 PRICELESS! ABSOLUTE JAW GAIN, :)                                       UPSURGED WISDOM TOOTH!! I was very excited always about the fact of wisdom tooth's arrival :) when suddenly now they have started erupting I realize there's alot of pain.. Surely NO pain No gain :)                    ...

                              Clinging on the trees,                 birds murmured sweet melodies,                           ah! taken by rains! When I read the words I couldn't help but imagine birds chirping in rains with joy, scent of earth surrounding all around... little kids splashing water and swirling in joy... precious sights which are locked in memories for lifetime :) First attempt to the Three word Wednesday and the words were Cling, murmur, taken :)

                       The mundane questions,                        Tickle the curious mind.                             Nosy kid within...                        Naively switch world,                      into congruent state, no                          ordinary change!!!   Someti...

                                 A silhouette of mine I find,                             tip toe-ing behind,                            innocence of her...                           fills joyous tears!!!                         MY LIL SIS, BAREERA :)               ...

                                              Only in our dreams                                  There are no boundaries                                    No tragedy, no time rims                               There are love filled melodies         ...