Crimson Whispers of Nature

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mother nature plays
Holi with the winds each day
red streaks trace its fate

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Dreamy Notes for Tiny Ears

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First Bells of Temples
Echoes in a Mother's Song
Impressions Stand Forever
 

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At Destiny's Intersection

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Right or Wrong we stand
At the Crossroads of our Path
Truth defines our way

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This post is a part of Write Over The Weekend, an initiative for Indian Bloggers by BlogAdda.

The Warmth of What Was...

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As I sit here looking at the raindrops on my windowsill
 Rain does along with itself bring a cold chill
It does my heart with nostalgia fill
Reminding me of all adventurous thrill

All these memories do my heart warm
Against the contemporary norm
 My spirit wishes to escape the storm
As all episodes in front of my eyes swarm

The way these raindrops touch the face
And bring me to a familiar place
It makes me wonder how fast does time chase?
Not giving us its hold, to adjust in our own space

As I sit with putting on my thinking cap
Trying to recall, initiating a trap
Where will life lead me with a certain map?
Or with care, place my destiny in a wrap? 

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In The Midst Of Becoming...

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Life spells out as Transitions
The gist of  futuristic visions
To facilitate us to set our ambitions
It works wonders, despite our doubting apprehensions

It is all a game of Fortune & Fate
No matter how hard we try to debate
All the episodes finally relate
Nature & Time have all their computations accurate

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