To hold on to precious things in life, it’s important the vessel has enough space,
If you are too full of revulsion, love won’t exist, not even a trace..!”
Simi
An Honest Truth
Tag: old
Prismatic Cover
The greys are surrounded by colours of hope,
Passionate eyes only can see !
The nature is changing it’s shades in a jiffy,
If you find the color palette, do tell me !!
Simi
As captured by Ruchir Kalra
Disguised Auspices
When life is tough and the aim is high,
When you aspire for the peak, but you just can’t fly..
Take steps one at a time, even the old stairs may guide and show the light,
‘Cause they stood sturdy, whether times were dark or bright.
Simi
Through the lens of Ruchir Kalra
Transparent Radiance
” He turned around and his face said it all, while the laugh embellished the glow..
No one can make a happy heart age; even if time or tide don’t cease to flow.”
Simi
Through the lens of my soldier
Seasoned Creases
“Smoking kills”, i whispered to her, but she ignored me with an ebullient laugh,
“No agony can pester me now my dear, worries now worry, on my behalf..!”
Simi
Inception in Archaism
“Lets nurture the thoughts, from the good old days, where the books had all the magic,
Life commences, when the speculation of new, doesn’t allow the end to be tragic.”
Simi
Antiquated Grandeur
I could leaf through each year, from her radiant face,
It was seamed with wrinkles, which revealed it all,
Rest of the story was in abysmal depth of those beautiful eyes,
From where the drops could anytime fall.
She was a beauty of yesteryears,
I heard the people say,
Nevertheless i believe, the time had enthroned her,
In its own gracefully skillful ways.
Soulful Confrontation
“As she started arranging her favorite dishes, she stumbled across the one,
Which queued the thoughts of yesteryears, and reminiscences just begun.
The echo of the running children, the breaking of many things,
Though all her dreams had come true, but the time certainly had the swiftest wings.”
Simi
The Gray
Memories i made, i hung them to be dried..
Mountains and sea, deserts too i tried.
Each one was precious, each one unique,
And as time passed, like me, they became antique.”
Simi
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