Is God formless, or has He any form?? If He has a form then, how do we see ? All these things come naturally to our mind often, (if not, it's also quite natural😊 ) Lets get some answers ourselves, through this brief and interesting story A tub of dye ( story) Once there was … Continue reading A mysterious tub of dye
Those dreamy eyes, Full of mystery Half -shut eyes, A poet's muse , No eye in world was ever found, That has never shed a tear, Smiling eye's , communicating, Harmonics of heart in the air It's a wondrous veil, Covering Scars of heart, An ocean of promises A path to other world Image. Pexel
Poetry, a unique art, is ordering of words,A poet's muse, his smiles, his pain unheard,His thoughts , and echo of his heart,Poetry is his solace, not just a piece of art,His pen racing with his thoughts,Whether making sense to the world ,It's his experience of his truth of being,Why expect everytime pearls in string,Sometimes may … Continue reading Poetry powers me
I am prince of poetry I rule my land of fantasies My imaginations are my brave soldiers And the words peacefully, live in my kingdom, Once I went with my pen, I saw a beautiful princess Her beautiful face with shades of green Awestruck I was by her flowing streams Her name was Jehrikhal mountain, … Continue reading Prince of poetry
How I wish to scale the depth,They are the deepest oceanWhere would I find words to describe, Which language, and which lexicon,Poet's muse, his inspiration since ages,They can penetrate a heart with much ease,Sharp as arrows , intense in blow,Still world wants to be it's prey, it could seize,Their language is universal, the whole world … Continue reading Eyes
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