Welcome to my world of dreams where imagination and reality, fancy and truth, laughter and tears move hand in hand. I will let you have a glimpse at the share of my own sky, sometimes sunshine bright, and sometimes with rainstorm.
I will take you to memories that are like a serene glow of moonlight, a whisper of mountain breeze, and a rushing gushing brook.
What do I do with so much love? They are of no use in my everyday life. Sometimes, I use them in poetry for it leaps, I don’t know from where! Or at times, I bury it below the Gulmohar tree ... And keep expecting burgundy red flowers… My pitiful waiting!
4 comments:
Another gem from you Baishali. Keep them coming.
Oh so good Celest. I've really missed you and your poetry. And now you've come back with three beautiful pieces. Inspiring!
C D,
Former use is much better as it makes others enjoy good poems.
Take care
This is so sweet - I wish for you burgundy red flowers from the Gulmohar tree Moon - be patient :)
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