On A Moonlit Night.

On a moonlit night he strolled for some  fresh air,When his eyes fell on her and he couldn’t help but stare! Dressed in white, she reflected the silvery blaze,He was lost in her beauty, she could tell by his constant gaze. What does your favorite color taste like?He asked in hesitation, a conversation to strike….

A Million Miles Away.

A million miles away,In a semi abandoned place.Where  leaves are buried,Under white white snow. The days are cold,With no peace in the air.Dried trees telling stories,Of the days of old. Shadows dancing in the distance,The feeling of something missing.The same old day! The same old me!Somethings changed? Or is it just me? Then I recall,…

If you were an artist

If you were an artist, How would u paint me? Would you fill all colours of your choice? Or patiently observe mine? Would you rigidly make abstract? To quickly fill in the lines? Or would you focus especially on details? While you take your time? Would you use vibrant paints? Or simply shades of grey?…

The gift

Beautiful! Sleek and slender! Glowing eyes with a delicate heart The glass never reflected this before Because she only looked closely Through its shattered pieces She was whole once again As he turned the mirror towards her He gifted her The gift of self love. -Tracy Reid

Valuable coins

Amazing, how pain was my poetry, suddenly poetry was my rescure. Sometimes i fumbled for words, Sometimes words overwelmed me. It revealed the darkness of my soul, But also lit a fire in me. I spent my tears like coins. Spendtrift as a libra could be. Now i lie in my room and think, Of…

Perfect Imperfections

On a moonlit night he strolled for some fresh air,When his eyes fell on her and he couldnt help but stare,Dressed in white she reflected the silvery blaze,He was lost in her beauty, she could tell by his constant gaze.What does your favourite color taste like?He asked in hesitation, a conversation to strike.But silent she…

THE SECRET LOVE STORY.

In the silence of the day, In the pain of the sorrow, In the joy of the rain, He stood by her in it all, unknown to her, He cared for it all, He loved her in secret, He said it all, But in the silence of the day, She could not hear him, But…

Ek Unkahi Kahaani. ( hindi poetry )

   Ek Unkahi Kahani.   Muh me zubaan , Prr hoton pe alfaaz nhi. Zehen me mere chupa magar , Hzaaron khwaab khi. Kehna tha bhut kuch, Prr keh na sake. Simtein hue the aasuo k saath, Mere hrr aisaas khi. Samajh na sake koi, Aisi mushkil me hu mai phasi. Aisa lagta hai ki…

LET ME BE LIKE A FEATHER.

“Let me be as a feather. Strong with purpose yet light at heart, able to bend. And, tho I might become frayed, able to pull myself together again.” – Anita Sams CREDIT: This painting has been made by my creative group and me. Bhavya Singh Priyamwada Gauri Dayal Tracy Reid   Words have enormous  power….