The lost path

The lost path

It is late when you realize that your time has passed and you bent other way. This is a common problem among most of us. Every passing day makes you to peep in your times that are stolen and now you can’t go back to correct just one string.

Same happened to with a witty girl- Aradhya. Being fond of creativeness and being curious by her mind, somehow she turned to a different way. This might be a different way for her till the time she got to know that she has been grasped by authority. Each thought of her was shattered into micro pieces like minute particles of an atom. In the real and true snecario, her trust was shaddered by fakeness. She felt as if she has just started her journey from the first step of the ladder which likely happens in the game of “Snakes and Ladders”. You move constantly with your pace however you never know which snake will be a hurdle for you and bite you in between. And then take you to initial step.

Though she was walking, she was still in thoughts,

She was strong yet weaking inside,

Turning from LIVE to ALIVE.

A few years and time ago, she could ignite the fire in everything and charge without plugging to electricity. As if work gave her energy and she over-joyed her job. What was not to be neglected for her. Whether it is name, attitude, fame, intellect, and her frame. Her every previous day make her to met new and fresh opportunity which can be only idectical to her. Her love and dedication towards her passed times does not let her to count her days. Rather, the fact lies in enjoying every sense of a moment with everything.

Time runs too fast,

For your own story to cast,

Watch the game and aspire each day,

There is every one running in this mental relay.

Connect yourself with the situation: You have your birthday approaching within just 10-15 days. You are excited about all the wishes and gifts to be sent and given by your dear ones. You assume and imagine your special day as an occasion like anything else in the world. The day is there, something happened in mischief and you are unable to celebrate your birthday. How would you feel? This is the same what is lost in the past. It is like something is only yours but it eloped and snatched from you. Now, you are in nowhere to flip your way.

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The art that plays

The art that plays

Hey friends, Hope you are all doing well. Here is another walked experience in my life. Read and enjoy!!

A string of lie in a culinary way,

To hide and subscribe, for the praise,

Which urges and dirges within,

To go for anything and to anyway,

Faced everyday, everywhere, and nearby,

It consigns the mind out of a clear and pure path,

And sucks like a dark black hole, 

You'd neither know and nor would you feel,

Covered by dust, and granules,

Takes through the haul of the flames,

The day would come and will definitely run,

Though it would be late, not too late,

The consequences of the mischievous contents,

Been at the touched skies or flown to the peak,

It will show the mirror, and the real figure,

Merging from nowhere and will make to stand at the first lane,

Every passing day will,

Weigh your creed and your actions,

There is no one who is abandoned through this clause.

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CUTENESS OVERLOADED

Dear friends, I am writing this blog after a long span of time. Enjoy reading and share your comments.

So innocent and cuteness overload,Draws our attention and relax our mind,Be kind and loving to everyone

No anodising and no resistance,Their mind is full of enormous divine,Own their own world and harm no one

I wonder & ponder to your potent,And how u make it & realize my words,Every now and then,You reflect my past and my creel

This makes me dive, to the depth of your river,How you are so delighted & how you are so sweet,No hardships to break, even on the tuff date

You cry for you, to get every damn,And fry everyone,None can neglect, what this can beget,Either by hook or by crook

Crawling and gradually walking on your peculiar foot,You’re adorable like a cutie pie, with shining and staring eyes and two plucks of hairs,And shows the real picture, to the high world

On the heck of the world and the crowd aloud,U can make it, and let every soul live again!

I hope you all enjoyed reading. Thank you.

Cloudy shades

The cloudy shades

Hello friends! Once again, I am here with one of my experience of the cloudy days. 

Read and enjoy the rhythm.

Silhouettes of silver and grey,
Dancing in a circular way,
Around the metal grain drum,
Founding their prey

Every then and now, comes to me,
Quaking and staking me,
As I wage out of my reverie,
Saw nothing but the metal drum and darkest night

Go to sleep, and they come again,
Until the next dawn,
Taking me, to a different pathway,
Like a way of, magnetic Ray,
And dragging to the Black Shack,
With the miles of loops,
Iterating itself in multiple quotins and notations,

The darkest cloud that I cannot betray,
Lingers my head, and my soul, Electrified and terrified,
Self-driving, and parking themselves, into my head,
Still captured underneath the dusk,
Don't know whom to say or to claim,
Set aside my humble and clowns,
Clotting the bimb (mind/head) and my limbs

Time came to fight for it and make it over,
Acute dedication and with all delegation,
Impulse and perplexed, deducting the cans,
With application of prayers and by rare(s),
Exodus them to far & far

Often now a spoof of cloud, dare-ley to doubt,
Amid it, I can feel the Angelis-tic vibes, potent me to be optimized!

Thanks for reading friends. I hope you liked my poem once again.

The Cheer of a day

The Cheer of a day

Everything seems cheerful and everyone looks charged. Ya, this is the cheer of none other than, our birthday. 

Let's see what many of us feels.

It is dark outside but I am still awake,

Waiting for lots of rings and bells,

From special, near, and dear ones

Start the counting, and number of days,

And the flash of memories,

Pounding my soul like a little kid,

Friends & family hovers a plan,

And bubbles it with everyone, in the dawn

A distinct arrangement for a special one,

Done by close one, every day is for someone

Another Year to gloat and several days to float,

Perhaps, a hidden vital date,

Eagerly waiting for this time,

Truly, the joy, to celebrate

Thanks for reading.

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The art of Knowing

The art of Knowing

Hey friends, today I am writing this to know how many of us think like me. Guess the word which is formed through my blog.  

Let us enjoy reading this beautiful experience.

I pass through it every day and every evening,

I cling on it, every step to another,

Supports me from dropping down,

Even takes from high mound

U & me, and everybody, lies and relies on it,

Glossy, Rosy, or even coarsely,

Painted by us but painted by less,

Glitters on occasions and on festivals,

Alas, sprinkled with the dust and storm,

Often, we dig the earth and find new way

Beauty lies on its chrome & shroom,

A few have signs and many have crimes,

Indeed, standing rigid for every one of us,

Mysteriously, it leads every soul,

Open the doors to heaven or hell,

And it takes thou there,

Share your experience and let me know caught your mind while reading this.

Your response will be highly appreciated.

Thank you.

Dow one day

Dow one day

Hope you all enjoyed the previous write-ups. Let me take you through another clause.

Let us connect to our strings!!
Away from this breeze,

In a land of sun and hills,

I live in a town, wearing a gown

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The silver clouds touching its mounts, shining around,

To the facet of the scene, I am enjoying the reme (remedy),

The art of a ply on which I rely,

Standing in the bright and making a Silhouette,

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Beneath thou shade, I oxygenate my oomph,

Splendid its parts and its every amath (growth),

Thy chawn (to pig out waste) and thy potencies, which is self-made,

To sheldon in your arms and embracing thy wow

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Best are those days in the perpetual ways,

Where you lie, hiding in the sky,

Still you rise above the stars,

To sprinkle our dreams in a warm night

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It fades away, on the heavenly raze (level),

Indeed, you flee and make us Glee,

From the darkest clouds and the scary plee (an early morning Enligh of plea) or lee (the sheltered side of something)

You rise again but foreseen by most of us,

The magic you pour on a holy door,

Thanks to the grace in the golden ways

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You repine (feel sad) again against the race,

The fallen Dawn and the birds on pawn,

The omen on the cloud is deadly loud,

O my ally, empress in the fraught, and to be caught

I am the pear, in this spell, I swear

High to low and I am a in the row,

Enormous aloud, delye (eliminate) or bide (stay somewhere) in a corner

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Near to hide and the Sky to clear, on this gracious dire,

You are again close and near to douse (soak),

The ionic stun and the repercussion run,

I am with you to bid adieu,

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Neither you are lost, nor are you frost,

On every level and on every pebble,

Ripping it away, you put your mark in the Kist (a chest used for storing clothes) and thist (a plant with thorns),

Where you began from the lateral clause,

All and all to the world of haul,

You offer the dance of Glee to all.

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Thanks for reading.

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