The Birth


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The little comet traversing light years
abiding scorching heat and freezing cold,
hastily through atmosphere weathering
yet carrying the elixir of life-
the salvation to mother earth




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It has been a while and wrote so quickly about someone I was lucky enough to meet in this short span of life…

She was the water to his thirst

varieties in abundance

yet none can oust her like the pure glacier aqua

A heavy rain in a desert

but long before you find solace-

in the heavenly drops

snatched away by the sunny heaven and arid hell.

A therapy to my scorched mind

and the only time feeling content with life.

She seemed  like a painted wall to rubes,

but to an artist she was  Mona Lisa…




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Stranded amidst the desert,

Staggering in the sands, she

wandered alone seeking aid.

Desert is not a haven, but-

a severe hostile domain.

Animals await your fall

to feed upon you, and

your own eyes deceives you

by the vision of prosperous mirages

of trickster desert.

No one here can be trusted

not even the nature

one can only keep moving

expecting a miracle…




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It has been a while I have written something here. Mainly due to hectic schedule and change in circumstances. Fluctuating life and inability to see through the obstacles that keep on coming before me. Will there be an end to all this? I’m not sure yet.

I’m still searching for my so called special skill which is so good in hiding. Maybe some people are born without any skill? Or it’s just me! I regret many of my decisions and oft when I realize it’s too late. Blessed are the ones who are not having restraints while taking decision or the ones whose wrong decisions won’t affect them even if it goes against them.


via Daily Prompt: Opaque.