The nap



They are dancing,staring,making me more drowsy...wat a dream I had just now..o o m awake..yawnnnnn...zzzzz



In the siesta when I try to read,

How to tell but it's hard to breathe.

I sleep, I wake up and I dream too

while I am around heaps of books.

I wish I could read whenever I want

And be a student non-chalant.

With no fever of exams and no fear of test

Where I could walk and take own rest.

I could hear even the ticking of ma clock

In the hovering silence that often mock

Pushing me to go back to the sleep

and leave the rest till the next beep.

A cache

The heady days of youth echoes,
in my ancient ears.                                                                         
The moments we hugged,the blunders we did,
still flaunt ,linger and leer.

I look back and see the breaths I took
And smiles I shared in clime of charm.
No one stayed along with me
and time turned us into a warrior unarmed.

From a kid to a child into a man
I walked throgh the stairs of age.
jealous of losing the last I lived
on the yellow fragile pale past page

Soon my life will come to an end
As everybody lives and quietly go.
How much i wonder at the riddle unsolved
Which has a missing piece always to know.

We cry,we weep and wipe our tears.
With time we learn to forget the years.
Rind of my soul getting thicker and dried.
Vintage of my life,will it be cached inside?

Come again

Behold the clear sky

Bathed in the morning sun.

Crispy rays behind the cloud

And the dazzled light to stun.

Where does the night of dreams go off?

And the yellow moon too hides in?

Just when the dawn breaks and flaunts

And sunlight creeps under my skin.

I dreamt of him last night again

and that is when I fully agree

to frame my own little tales

With whom I always wanted to be.

A wee bit more I wished to sleep

to be with ones I often miss.

But the peeking sun outside my window

Is eager to listen them all with a kiss.

The picture faints ,a smile follows

And the whinning too starts to wane.

I kiss the day in turn with a blush

For I would see him for real again.

my dream

Some more new thoughts would be shared here,memories will be replenished and stories would be heard again and more.I had always wanted a personal coerner like this with cabinets holding my hobbies like a temptation on the edge.My complaint from my self about dedicating least time with what I call my foil and variant fragments may fade away with my sharing and accompanying to these friends who always have forgiven all my abnegation and dilatory deeds.i hope I would start reading more,writing even more,sketching regularly and painting frequently on my study table that remarks a new journey.

Feminine face

Emotional flux holds mysteries in its womb and has gnarled enumerous relations to make histories and stories. We meet different people in our lives with different attitude and paint. But there is one creed that has all possible and prodigious varieties of portrayal: Creed of woman. Often termed as mistress of mystery and face of fiction by the people who have read and looked into them. And the shades of feminism strike different colors in the lives of people.

Bewitched by the feign of shy,

A lady dainty with sky blue eyes.

Looking from behind her veil

That made her a moon of dark night.

Raunchy, painted and enticing face.

A lady undaunted with a hidden grace.

Chasing the shadows of impostors

That made her an end to every maze.

A fleer and a wink with a half curve smile.

The wisps of her hair making her fragile.

Had I missed her lips in touch

While the angel walked down the aisle.

Caress of her company I gain

To breathe my dreams and drink my pain,

A non-chalant stands up for me

Like an elixir to  my every bane.

A fiction hangs on her delicacy,

To see unseen like a prophecy.

A philosopher in the form of a human

Is ready to carry on life-time legacy.

A gamut of shades ushers in

The mind that has seen women umpteen.

Everyone with a different node

But the same feint of being feminine.

..............................................                   Word of advice for all the researchers:Do not research,just accept and keep.

Love sin

 I was lifted by your love, up in the air

              To notice my smile is that all you care.

                           Bring your lips to my lips that try to say,

                                                            Purge my heart with your naughty stay, away.

nestlings

okayyyy The lesson starts whenever you are ready!!!1

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Birdling diaries......starting from the left we have Chezy,Giga,Monssie,Doffu,Sokiee and finally Mr. Goozzle