Uniform green

Cold sweat stood on me

Foyer serene

Testing, testing, one, two, three.

Nothing so far

Only echo of mine

Sang a song

For none to listen

Hustling crowd

A call for the singer

He sparkled

Like a moon in the stars

Slog after concert

Is an endless routine

Sang a song

For ease at heart

Sunshine bright

A letter to receive

One kind invitation

From the singer I worked for

Your voice is great

Can you sing for me?

I heard your song

My dear Sir!

I can’t deny

For he is like my son

His first wish

Is my last thought

Uniform green

Cold sweat stood on me

Foyer cheers

Testing, testing, one, two, three.

Loving all priceless things is one of my favorites. Talking with the moon, debating with the stars and making some random decisions with flowers. When it comes to love I would like to choose a perfect soul that fits in my petite heart. Expecting nothing much but warmth and trust, holding his hand forever like a cherished sunset.

Our matching outfits attracting many eyes at a candy shop, taking a snap with the loved candies in the middle of the day is all exciting. On our way back home swinging our hands together, reminiscing school memories entered into heaven on earth (our house). Soon changed into comfort pajamas, he started his darling game, hide and seek. He always gets caught for he is my man. At the finish of the game, baking a cake is all we think, running all around, flour make up suits for a precious picture.

Calling out for Blue, husky is our first child parented. He always gives his effort in supporting and understanding our madness. Evening snack with him and Blue in the garden between the scented bushes and fine breeze being my happy skin secret, added another moment to my memory gallery. His cooking and me waiting to fill myself is a never ending wish. Making my hair and dressing Blue are his daily chores he would enjoy to do before dinner.

Cuddled on the couch with him and Blue to watch an evergreen, Titanic on a romantic day to be remembered like this, hands held, a sip of wine, our rings bright and shining like our love did as always. Our trio in a small world, spending a lot of us time and back to sleep with many more dreams and adventurous tomorrows besides my loved ones is all that I live for. Longing for such a day in the future filled with priceless love,

’He sees me as his Moon,

I have got two stars,

Heart of flowers

Living in an us galaxy,

With priceless love’

I wouldn’t exchange the world for this.

The purpose

Of life - to bring your own sunshine

Of would - know the depth of your emotions

Of hope - spread the joy of smile

Of love - mark an eternal you

So just accept the flow of your future

And shine with nurture

This is all you need

without any greed.

The dream

A heaven - can find your wings

An illusion - meet an other you

A crate - for an elegant mind

A cause - for a better tomorrow

Never halt dreaming

Because of a gone yesterday

Welcome a curious tomorrow

For a new you.

When your mind is driven by curiosity and when you sure walk the path your heart chooses then definitely you will end up knowing a better fact for the day. A lesson learned is better than a lesson taught in life. People who believe the fact that reading can transform them into their best version, I can say I am one among them.

By looking at a few works on the same topic one can segregate different types of people with a unique thinking process. Words are just the reflection of your thought thing. The type of thinking naturally depends on the knowledge. And I believe it is attained by a lot of work by your eyes with the books.

I moved to Ukraine for my further studies. Leading an independent and hectic life alone is not an easy task. If you are bound to be alone then books can be your best partner.

The work ‘Lynda La Plante Above Suspicion’ by Karin Slaughter was the piece that stirred my life entirely. The lift of curiosity and life facts are picturized to read it completely. The extent of observation one should have on the surroundings or the ability to link past events with present motive and future goals is my favourite hook

The truth to believe only when you have a complete explanation or a package of proofs enough to conclude on a topic or discussion is needed.

If Anna in the book can create an impact why can’t I. I discovered a new me. I being from a medical background picked my pen to write lyrics, poems, novel and quotes. It’s just not me, but everyone can do. No wonder I am happy today, thanks to the books around me.

Try reading one which will help you write one.

People are afraid of dark

When the faint light it allows

Is the new hope

To a new path.

Cause

Dark is

A whisper of fear

But the voice of courage;

A space for the broken

But home to dawn anew;

People say no to silent future

And prefer to drag deafening past

When all it brings is

Taruma over time.

See

Silence as

Art of patience

Language of wisdom;

Scream of a vintage soul

Oath of a divine heart;

People step back

To believe destiny life chooses

And start to complain

They never had a proper end to meet.

Choose

To believe

World around is serene

With many helping hands;

Life is a heavenly karaoke

With your loved lyrics;

Life is a dazzled circus,

Choose your start to go ahead

Close your eyes and breathe out

Show the world your magic.

Here we go;

No I am not perfect but unique

Like one of the thousand stars in the sky

And all we have is now

So let me go up and never stop.

Get untangled

Heart in dangle

Passing the storm

Head to sunshine

Spirit of life.

Love is a selfless promise,

No heart ache is endless

Close your eyes and breathe out

Look at it with difference

Hear it out;

Let’s go through it together

Like yin-yang with the balance

You have a shoulder to lean on

So let me love you and say yes.

Get untangled

Heart in dangle

Passing the storm

Head to sunshine

Spirit of love.

Because I could not stop for Death--

He kindly stopped for me--

The carriage held but just ourselves--

And Immortality.

We slowly drove -- he knew no haste

And I had put away

My labor and my leisure too,

For his civility--

We passed the school where children played,

At Recess -- in the Ring--

We passed the fields of Grazing Grain--

We passed the setting sun.

Or rather -- He passes Us--

The Dews drew quivering and chill--

For only Gossamer, my Gown--

My Tippet -- only Tulle--

We paused before a House that seemed

A swelling of the ground--

The roof was scarcely visible--

The Cornice -- in the ground--

Since then -- ’tis centuries -- and yet

Feels shorter than the day

I first surmised the horses’ heads

Were toward Eternity--

---- I had this poem in my school 8th grade. I still could not forget how much I cherished by my teacher’s explanation to such an adorable poem.The inevitability of death in lovely lines. Personified Death as a carrigae and a ride to the neighourhood heading to afterlife. I wish everyone has a recall of past memories or a similar ride to afterlife.