yamini_sinha

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Soothing silence , a tranquilizing togetherness and a shower of seraphic poetry, the rest is trash Author : Does Love Give A Second Chance ?

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  • yamini_sinha 1w

    #miraquill #writersnetwork #start
    @writersnetwork thank you. ♥️ for the kind Repost
    Humbled!!!!

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    I love lemons

    I love lemons
    For the slice of the saffron sunshine ,
    They bring to my platter,
    For the paradoxical sweetness
    They add to life,
    Filling it with the tangy truth
    That not every day is the same
    Some are sickeningly pale
    Less fragrant
    and unfriendly to the wisdom tooth.
    And as they add on age
    Their kins in the vegetable basket,
    Abandon some of them ,
    Finding their crumpled brown cover
    Unsuitable for the fresh ,crispy and strong order .
    But I still love the old sour
    For beauty is in the eyes of the beholder .
    Colors and shapes rarely belittle their worth
    Rotten and fallen,
    When sun dried,
    To withered human skin they lend mirth
    Shredded and powdered
    They add the zing to burnt beans
    Just like infusing life to the depressed beings
    Lemons aren't only for lemonade
    They mean much more when their yellows fade.

    ©yamini_sinha

  • yamini_sinha 1w

    #miraquill #writersnetwork #kwansaba
    Thanks you @miraquill for the EC ♥️
    Thank you @writersnetwork ♥️
    Thank you all the wonderful hearts for your kind reposts. Means a lot ♥️

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    First Fall

    The first ray of that fervent sunbeam
    The first splash of the October mist
    The first cry of the weary heart
    The first tears that fell for love
    That first Fall with the soulful blooms
    The divine had a plan for them
    That it would be their last adieu .

    ©yamini_sinha

  • yamini_sinha 2w

    I found you

    You abandoned me
    But I found you in the pain
    And your love, in my breathing.


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    Ancient love

    When the zephyr pampers my soul with its warm
    Sonnets of selfless love
    Words bloom into bouquet of lilies
    Settling on the saccharine summer of the silky September,
    But the numb heart still awaits the winter of that drafty December,
    For it finds solace in the alleys of ancient love,
    with thickets of memories growing with hedges of pain
    crisp, chilly and so cold.

    ©yamini_sinha

  • yamini_sinha 2w

    Night

    Illuminating the universe and leading all to light, the sun hardly realised that there was an angel , watching his brilliance and falling for his golden halo, loving him from a distance . Her heliolatry grew stronger every season . One fine day, when the Sun was at rest, enjoying the mystifying clouds and their embrace, he heard the tinkle of anklets and in the quietness he noticed a silhouette of a softening sprite . He went near it but more he tried chasing the angelic shadow, farther she slipped away . The universe then experienced days of 24 hours, no night ever came .The earth was in the process of evolution The Sun never paused, it kept working for the evolution of life . Quite often the Tinkle of her anklets and the alluring silhouette aroused his feelings . Engrossed in her musings, it started losing its brilliance , she sensed his weariness . The silhouette loved the king. She composed a sonnet and expressed ...
    .
    I can see you,
    Through my soulful eyes
    You can't see me though
    I don't have a physical body,
    I exist in the darkness and
    For you my heart cries.
    But my love,
    I worship your brilliance,
    I feel your warmth
    As you infuse life with your exuberance
    You can see me only in the dark
    When there's no light and minimum spark
    As light melts me into nothingness
    Yet I fell for your brightness
    I want to hold you in my breath .
    But if I come near you, I would be dead
    Find a way , when we can meet
    You could embrace me
    and the unfinished verse , we could complete
    .
    The sun listened to the song and from a distance the words came, they faded away , mingling with the mild zephyr. His love for the angel grew and he decided that to see her, he would bid the universe a partial adieu, partial as he had the responsibility of the evolution of life and bringing earth to a blissful rescue . Since then he sets every evening, to meet his sweetheart angel and on the dusky sky, where his reflections stay in the stars, beautiful angel night meets the Sun
    ©yamini_sinha

  • yamini_sinha 2w

    The White Moonglow

    I love the lavender shades of your smiles
    Their memories paint my evening skies.
    A thousand Tulips
    Pamper my musings
    And Pansies flutter in hopes
    Silver lines embrace my poetries
    Pain turns lighter in hue,
    They smell of cantaloupe
    The world becomes a rainbow
    And I feel love again
    with the white light of Moonglow.
    ©yamini_sinha

  • yamini_sinha 2w

    #miraquill #writersnetwork #pleiadespoem

    Acatalepsy- the impossibility of comprehending the universe.

    Astrophile- Lover of stars
    Abditory - A place into which you can disappear

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    Abditory

    Authenticating bliss
    Assembling broken love
    Abandoning doubts
    All my tears freeze
    Aeging with the fall
    Acatalepsy numbs pain
    Astrophile soul finds home

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  • yamini_sinha 3w

    Love Stays..

    You once told me ,
    That love stays,
    Despite all
    And that even when the hurricane would do us apart ,
    ages later,
    in the zephyr ,
    I would feel your gentle touch,
    In the sunbeams ,
    I would sense your warmth.
    You once told me,
    that in the sirimiri,
    I would hear your soothing sonnets of seraphic love
    And I would live your love, a thousand times
    I remember that moment,
    It's still breathing in my heart,
    When tears kissed our eyes ,
    And the azure sky witnessed our goodbye
    Since then ,
    I have cried for you a thousand times
    Seasons have eloped,
    Showers have drenched me in their divinity,
    The sun too has bathed me golden
    I looked for you In the moonbows and the sky.
    I have wished for you with the shooting stars
    And stored the fireflies in tenebrous nights
    I have smiled a thousand times.
    I have cried a thousand times .
    Perhaps , you were right
    Love stays, for the soul never dies

    ©yamini_sinha

  • yamini_sinha 3w

    Lost Love

    As I open the rust gate,
    To the ancient village,
    The floral scent of lost Love
    Wafts through the zephyr,
    Entering the dead cells
    Of my shriveled heart
    And the parched petals of passion
    Fallen to the ground
    Send the effervescence
    Of an ambroisal amour.
    A nascent nostalgia stirs my nerves,
    On the crumbled oeniric pages
    with an everlasting erlebniss
    I ink my universe of poetries,
    Emitting the petrichor
    Revising the redolent memories

    ©yamini_sinha

  • yamini_sinha 4w

    #miraquill #writersnetwork #beauty

    OMG....never imagined that this would be so loved by all . Thank you @writersnetwork for your kind repost ��
    Thank you @miraquill for the POD, after so long..it is thrilling indeed...Love you ❤
    Thanks to all for the reposts and kind words . ��❤

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    Saffron feelings

    Beauty is upon you like the komerobi
    embracing the shimmers of golden serendipity.
    Beauty is upon you like the earworm
    Tuning the soul with an aesthete rhythm of white tranquility
    Beauty is upon you like the lavender reverie
    Filling each breath with a dash of saffron feelings .
    ©yamini_sinha