Behind crimson curtains,
I meander with melting
Midnight desires, awaiting,
Eagerly for your arrival.

For I would know you,
By the touch you left
Last night on my skin,
Which tempts me for more.

I would know you,
By the scent that still lingers
Silently in my breath,
Swirling my mind in seduction.

For even if you blindfold me,
I'll trace your warm breaths,
Or the sound of your footsteps,
And the taste of your lips on mine.

Poem Continued 👇👇

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Dazzling flame dances,
To tunes of new year's dawn,
On saffron petals,
Fragrance of fresh dreams linger,
Pulsing possibilities.

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मन में केसर की तरह घुलता है,
शाही परंपराओं की मिठास की खुशबू,
हर एक घर में आज फैली हुई है,
पीले लड्डू हमें एक नई मिठास
पूर्वक सवेरे का अनुभव करवाते हैं।

हर दीप आज रोशन हुआ
श्री राम के पावन नाम से,
मचलती जोत हर तरह के
अंधकार को मिटाती है,
और नव वर्ष की शुरुआत करती है।

दिवाली का स्वाद मन में केसर
की तरह घुलता है और आत्मा
भक्ति प्रेम के आनंद में गुम हो जाती है,
इस यश में आज हर दिल झूमता है,
एक नवीन आनंदायक नव वर्ष की ख्वाहिश में।

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Mindful,
Magical,
Medicine.

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Cinquain Poem

Winter
Makes me shiver
Moon kissed cold snowy paths
Glow with footprints of promising
Journeys

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There was a time when we once walked together,
Our footsteps were melody to the paths we tread on,
Happiness echoed in valleys of our hearts.
Until one day the soldier in you
Was called to serve his country.

You left for your duty leaving a tear eyed beauty,
Only to return in a coffin
Adorned with a tri colour flag
And suddenly my life turned
Colourless in just a moment.

I cherish your memories and live on
with the believe that somewhere
In the realm of stars we shall meet again
for a promised new beginning of sincere togetherness

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Once there was a blind spinster girl
Who wanted to see the world with the sense of her touch.
Unfortunately no one wanted to support her desire.
As taking care of her would tire the individual
Who accompanied her. Why would someone
take her on a tour when she had no sight.

Then just like the first dawn's rays lightens the dark sky,
There came an individual willing to take the responsibility.
With a tender touch he promised her to show
Her the world in a way never before,
feeling the simple things in life together they discovered love.

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The sound of roosters crowing and the sun rising over the mountains.
I rush to fill buckets with an antique hand pump in its
Rhythmic melody I learn to value the core
Simplicity of a traditional village life.
I play with my friend by the river chasing
Each other and laughing until our stomachs hurt.
At night, my mother cooks a delicious meal
And we all gather around the bonfire,
Sharing stories and singing songs of love, peace and joy.
This is my simple but happy life in our peaceful village.
Which holds a strong prayer of gratitude.

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In the quiet corners of my mind, they whisper,
Voices that echo like distant thunder,
Each one a melody of memories and dreams.

Some are gentle, like a soft summer breeze,
Guiding me with wisdom and grace,
Leading me down paths unknown.

Others are fierce, roaring like a tempest,
Challenging me to rise above fears,
To find strength in the midst of chaos.

And then there are the silent voices,
The ones that speak in the spaces between words,
Urging me to listen to the song of my soul.

I am a symphony of voices,
Each one a note in the melody of my existence,
A chorus of whispers guiding me forward.

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In the shadows of twilight, death lingers near,
A silent whisper of the inevitable end,
Casting a veil of darkness over all that is dear.

An eternal dance, the final descent,
Into the unknown, where fears and hopes blend,
In the silence of the night, death's embrace is sent.

A fleeting moment, a breath that suspends,
Life's fragile beauty, in death's cold hand,
But in the stillness of the soul, there lies a transcend.

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