To beloved Dried hearts and leaves 


As I stand here, rooted

for the last seventy years,it’s difficult to let them go,

I try my best to hold on,but when they are ready,to fall,

they do,and all I can be,

is be a silent spectator,to the nature’s farewell.

I do gush,

When a beautiful human,Picks them up, 

And makes them,a part of their book.

What a special bookmark, indeed!

He,Who consumes us,Also does loves us.

But then,who said, 

Human’s love,for me and for them is unconditional,

It is just,not in their nature.


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Let’s have Coffee

Conversation ❤ 

“Let’s have coffee and talk about your favorite books, your favorite songs and all the memories living in them, let’s talk about unfulfilled wishes and broken dreams.

About the time you ran away from your life and hid in other’s shadows.

About the time you loved someone so deeply that they resided in every corner of your soul.

About the pain you held in your heart for so long that  your life, seems incomplete without it.

Let’s talk about life and why it’s so dark for you, when all you wished was a pinch of sunshine.

Let’s have coffee and stare at silence till it sings a melody; unheard.”

R.J —– Pic courtesy me 🌹

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Into The Crevices of my age 


“My soul breathes a childish hue,

But the veins under this skin

Exhales pale and blue
My heart’s beat

Warms with young heat

But this love turned bitter , Once burned so sweet

The music is still on and I feel the rhythm in these fragile bones

So , shall I dance my heart out

Or shall I be scared

To be fallen and Caged

Into the crevices of my age?”


Bond of blood

Bond of Blood 

That was the spot,she and her brother used to build perfect sand castles.The sound of those waves as if calling their names,the shine of that sun as if sparkling those sands .That whimsical age filled with joy and innocence took a nasty turn.He was inebriated by venomous intoxications so alluringly  pernicious.

She loathed of what had became of him, for, devil filled him right up to the brim.As time went by, he’d bitten the dust, but she was still standing on the bridge of denial, which now started to rust.

She came closer to closure and eventually she let him go, with his smiling face in her eyes and a grateful heart filled with childhood bliss.


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