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  Dear friend, recede and pause, Take a respite & rejuvenate! Oh, pause before you pace, And pause before pounce, No, don’t call it hibernation, Honing to cause a hurricane, Isn’t anything close to a slumber! There is calm before the storm, So, hold back and stand still, Before you unleash thy forces!

Image credits: Unsplash  The hills - steep and savage, A massive step – accidental! Oh dear, they let you slip, They watched you stumble; Yet you landed mighty, Making ‘em all tremble; The descent made you fierce, The plunge made you humble; Oh dear, stride on - reassured, Henceforth, you’re invincible! 26 April 2021 - It has been a year since I started putting up posts on my blog. I'm thankful to all those souls who took the time to appreciate my writing. Much gratitude to those who constantly motivated me to keep marching ahead! Many thanks and lots of love! <3

Savitri – A Symbol of wisdom and love   Eighteen years of austerity and endless penance, Led to the birth of a divine celestial child, ‘Savitri’ The girl grew up to be the embodiment of beauty, Whilst being the epitome of humility and intellect; Time passed by – she reached a marriageable age, Yet, seldom suitors came by! Alas, they trembled, For Savitri was astute and of impeccable beauty; Disheartened, her father – the King, sent her forth, To seek her own husband, to discover her partner; In her quest for her husband, she met ‘Satyavan’ Striking son of blind, exiled king – Dyumatsena; Yet, upon returning to her father, she was informed, ‘Despite his valuable virtues and his high qualities, Forget him and find another suitor, my child – for, He’s destined to depart the earthly world in a year!’ But Savitri was determined to marry only Satyavan,   She dismissed their woes and assured her parents; All persuasion went futile and Savitri mar...

The moon and the glowing stars,  Embellishments on a night sky;  The tranquil tides at the sea,  Whispering soft symphonies;  Trilling of the field crickets,  And hooting of a distant owl,  Stirring the night’s quietude,  Enchanting me in their tunes;  Rustle of trees with the breeze,  Kindling a sense of comfort-And,  The aeolian sounds of gusty winds,  Resonating like wind chimes;   The silent night’s harmony,  Sparking a moment of serenity;  I yearn for the night to linger on,  And the moment to never cease;  Night- embraced me in its warmth,  Alluring me into a deep reverie! 

Concrete Poetry A  spark  of hope,  so thin and  bleak; the pale  luminous streak,  filling her heart  with immense warmth;  a solace amidst the dark  abyss she was consumed  by; instilling a belief  in miracles; lending  a form to divinity  and purity.  And,  the golden hues with a tint of  blue, making her heart flutter  with every little faint flicker.

Image credits : Unsplash Vibrant hues of metallic silver,  the radiant gold dust shimmer, and the blinding light sliver;  A few moments later, I wake up from my slumber, Alas, its all my stupor, Now, the light grows dimmer,  Hopes getting thinner, The sparks begin to simmer. 

Image credits : Unsplash I. A forlorn feather Sitting by the rock with a face of forlorn hope, the girl stared into the far misty horizon. A white wilted feather landed on her shoulder as though caressing all her burdens away; The feather then fell on her lap, her eyes lingering on it. Frail, yet regal; dull yet mystic, juxtaposing its own self in so many different ways. A smile crept on her face, so pure and tender, as though a revelation had hit her! Slowly, a sense of tranquility overpowered her sorrows like the sky at sunrise, devouring the darkness.  _________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________

The pink ethereal skies during dusk,  Etching a mural in the welkin,  The little yellow dandelions swaying,  To symphonies of the soft breeze;  The v ivid green grass – wet and scanty,  Redolent of the musty smell of petrichor;  The distant dimly lit lighthouse,  Flaunting its color of enchantment;  The placid, bottomless waters,  Creating a moment of tranquiliity;  Nature blending its vibrant hues,  Giving birth to a mystic paradise...  

Image credits : Unsplash Amidst a lot of chaos, we scurry from the start to the finish line  Striving and yearning for success, we’re filled with zest  But when everything crashes, we hear ourselves whine,  ‘But God, why me? I did nothing but my best!’  Constantly seeking success and an end result that is fruitful,  We don blinkers and hastily speed to our destination  Seldom realizing that the journey is by itself the most beautiful  And everything is over by when we come to that revelation.  Someone great once said, ‘If life throws lemons, make lemonade’  Hey! If it doesn’t throw ripe ones, make pickles from it.   Adapt and adjust! Cause nothing in life is tailor-made  So, whatever comes our way, let’s be calm and not throw a fit.