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Mind attains Nirvana!

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Filling the eyes with pleasure Awakening the hidden senses The lush green Peepal Tree Waving all its  branches ..sending the warmth Through gentle wind on to my face Morning becomes real raising Mind attains nirvana Me becomes one with the nature!   Poets United ; Midweek Motif ~ the Color Green

Rain...Rain...Come Again!

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Quenching thirst of parched earth Descending down from the eternal skies Rains definitely reflect… Nothing can stop them from hugging The grasses the gorges The mountains the ridges Flowing down the boundless territories Rains definitely inflict…. Nothing can constrain them from moving They never think when…where They never bother why…. how Just fly with the breeze  Just flow with the feel  Rains are mellow of the nature That invites life into life Rains are melody of the future That invites love into life (For Poetry Jam:Rain)

I am Listening to..........

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I am Listening to.............

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Life long Tresure....

Time melts freezing memories Friends become life long treasure Counting the child hood buddies The innocent interactions The unconditional sharing The hide and seek games The joy of singing rhymes Remembering the campus companions The vibrant communications The undisputed interests The girl-boy musings The joy of dancing moods Holding the lifelong soul mates The wise-witty advices The undying spirit of trust The good and bad moments The joy of being there Friends are friends for ever Irrespective of cast, cadre, creed The bonding that lasts ever and ever Without involving any trade (For Poetry Jam: Friends)

I am Listening to............

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The festivity of life time

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Look at you…. You gave me new entity Look at you You brought me festivity The festivity of life time Now when I look back All those years of your upbringing All those years of my growing You made a person... A person who can think beyond self You made a person who can go beyond limit You taught me the unconditional love You gave me an unparallel bonding Though the umbilical cord is cut Still we are connected In fact we are two ends of the same thread Where life begins and gets woven in to… A beautiful garland called…motherhood!   (For Poetry Jam Prompt: Festivals)