A foggy spring night A beautiful breathtaking sight Humbly paving way for the the fall of twilight The cricket's music is a lullaby for the night The afternoon chirping birds were right That the evening will be enchanting and bright Birds with insight! Luminous sparkling sky glows in a glory light A little bit brighter and bolder is the moonlight Fireflies are here, gracing the night Oh ye! Dark and lovely night May you live forever bright Enthralling every breathing soul with might
Discovering myself through hunk of obstacles Recovering from the pain of fresh wounds Rising from grass to the pinnacle of grace Throughout the journey, I carried bleeding ink I inked love and pain on a century old scroll I feared not the venom of talking snakes Heat in summer boiled my life like an egg Cutting my throat with the double edged sword Spring sprinkled hope on my leaves, and grew Like the tree that grows in Brooklyn, I grew Like the tree that struggles to reach the sky No matter where its seed falls, it grows Growing out of cement Surviving without the sun Thriving without water Rooting out of cellar gratings, It grew lushly Through the heights and lows I could see myself grow like that tree That tree, 'The tree that grow in Brooklyn' I am that tree, the tree that grows in Brooklyn
Somewhere in our hearts There is a part That wants to love forever Deep inside our hearts There is a space That will love till eternity But the sad truth With no proof Yet true Is that forever is a lie And eternity is an illusion And the keys puzzle Is with our galaxy I'm sure it kept it somewhere A black hole I guess So please! If you happen to travel through the universe Please! Find our galaxy Find the black hole Bring home the keys We want to love, forever Till eternity
Four years, His face already fading away from thy memories! You hold on to a single picture, And a red tear rolls down your eyes! As the storm of denial passes away, And the rain of realisation hits ur reign! You throw away the phone In anger and pain! To mourn the pale face! The face in that picture! You realise he's never coming back And your fairy world crumbles down to shreds! Denying to understand all those feelings thundering inside, You grab some stars to leave the world behind! Lost in your own maze of confusion Your body decides to shut down, For some peace! You surround yourself with stories, To be in any world, but this! Trying to feel the pain he felt And all those thoughts he had, During his last breath Pain starts taking over your body And your thoughts become numb! You try to hold on to the memories But you realise you have none!
Soft breeze is blowing on a splendid morning of the mid October, Ontario, Canada. The hues of sun are visible and are radiating elegance. The light falls and bathes the shedded leaves of deciduous trees.
Here she is , sitting in her personal library near a small ventilation window, looking out of it, sunken in grave thoughts. As she rolled her eyes and glanced past her room, she saw the 3 large wall sized bookshelves, her desk and comfortable seat. The seat was quite old and was curved by the wear and tear of customary toils. The fabric of the seat is quite faded and one can notice the ink stains here and there. The desk, old oakwood, had blunt corners after years of usage and all sort of pens and papers were kept it. That little cute handmade paperweight, which her daughter gifted her on her 30th birthday, was clinging to the pages who ought to run with the flow of wind.
She had tied the knot of her life with her beloved husband 5 years ago. Five years of cheerful and frolicsome life with few ups and downs. She dearly loved her elder daughter Ashley and her younger son Benjamin, whom she sweetly called Benny.
The pressure of completing the task in the given time interval was the reason of her wrinkled forehead, which she held in her hands. She was working on the plot, this was the dream book to her, since childhood was it awaited. As a child she never prevailed in understanding the complexity of words and messed up with the vocabulary everytime. Now after 30 years of experience in this intricate world, she was capable enough to accomplish her dream. Nudging the center of her specs with her index finger, she throws the 101st crumpled paper on the floor, wearing a gesture of frustration. Impatiently, she stands up and starts pacing around in her favorite confinement. She was thinking hard. "What should I do to that character in the end? I have to do justice with him. How is the protagonist gonna beat the villain? Think Vanessa think!" , she babbled to herself. Suddenly an idea hits her mind and she tripped over the crumpled papers twice and dashed to her desk. She started jotting down her notions. But just when she was about to write the most eloquent line of the end, her daughter came screaming at her,"Mom! Please help me getting rid of this evil Benny!". And her agile mind managed to slip that particularly eloquent line out of her mind.
Fireflies spreading their light amidst this endless darkness Weeds breathing calmly on the ocean floor! White Lilies and lavenders dancing on the beat of the fearless wind! Waves rising and falling to guard the sea shore! Little sand granules displacing without being seen With this constant fear of being caught in this game of hide and seek! The sky so dark and vast and beautiful in this moonless night The cold breeze giving chills and cold frights! The coconut tree, still standing so high Hoping for it's lost kids to return back home in the next tide!