Feelings

Feelings…
A storm of blended thoughts, either calmed or weird,
A cluster of moments holding,
A pack of impressions rolling,
Unique or similar may be in various beings,
On which depends one’s destiny, pains and seeing.
Can take us to the castle of charming colours,
Or can meet us to the nights of dreaded pillars;
Gestures appear as an outcome of feelings,
Avenues are reached by them, skies are touched by them;
Unleashed enormous ways with them, can reach anywhere, do anything with them;
Can bring charisma and bright aura of ours,
If enchanted our heart with timely hours.

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Bride

 

Bride

A destiny of a girl is very unknown

Who cradled in life with many dreams of her own;

Definite to bound herself with a new being

Never then alone to be seen;

Tenured herself for a duty in sake of others

Must to be decorous for all new colours;

Its miraculous and winning , if her smile is true

Believe me ,would touch the sky, if opened her wings and flew.

Prachi Gupta       

Self-love

Self- Love

Love yourself to the extreme,

that’s not for your selfish dreams;

For beautifying you from the deep core of heart,

truth, compassion & care be always your part;

Burn spines of boorishness in a fire,

let its ash be thrown in a mire;

Endue yourself with the stars of respect and faith,

head all those values that Great god saith……

Prachi gupta

 

 

 

 

Poetry

Ride Of Life….

Childhood, a time with no worries, no heebie-jeebies,

everything seems to be true,

Never dreaded, so bubbly, dancing, cheering

in deeds we do;

But irrepressible to stop the clock,

to enter the teenage, with  its knock;

The colours of world seems so parallel and indefinite,

never to sure what to inculcate and what to eliminate;

Must to be steered in a right side,

A perfect time to décor our life ride;

Hold my finger till the eternity,

Its my prayer, while with you in serenity.

 Prachi Gupta

 

 

Poetry “Morning peace..”

Morning Peace…

The morning when my feet out  to drop my child to his school,

I peek out , busy roads, moving vehicles, children  and everyone with their tool;

wanted to feel the morning scent , pleasantries of weather,

the chirping and flying of birds,

shook my heart and made me realised

the freedom and hedonism is the extreme joy of heart & soul;

don’t miss to be the cachet of beautiful nature,

the dawn with its reflecting colours,

the widespread clouds and the peace in them;

the moving flowers, leaves shows the prosperity

and unfeigned creation of God,

oh how obscure we are , to see the morning pearls,

never  try to unfurl this joy,

but just in envisioning the colours of selfish life.

Prachi Gupta

 

Books

Books are my best friends

aware me with all new trends;

Always give me the way to reach and feel high

just when tell me about its ventures and sigh;

refurbish us with its charisma on all

brighten the mind when echoes in its hall;

you are always near me when I am lonely

enlighten me as you  are a cinch way only.

  Prachi Gupta

 

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Poetry on “Life”

Life…

With many tornados in a heart,

travelling the life in a cart.

Cheering it only with the beauty and its positive sights,

adoring the charm and moments with its memorable tides.

Every soul searching for uttermost happiness and pleasure,

leaving behind then all others, buddies, that were someday a treasure.

Why Lord, we are pouring a conditional love on others,

why we are not like you, so unconditional and pious,

We are also your dew,

then why we are not, as your traits are sew….

 Prachi Gupta