Dear Mother

I know words wont do justice , but I still try to make words do express my emotions

Mother , a soul bestowed on earth , greater than God ,mightier than a sword , loving like a lord

A soul wrapped in flesh

But actually a gift opened from soul

You importance cant be expressed

But only can be sensed

A soul which gives thousands of souls a desires to perceive

I bestow my head in respect and regards

Which Makes you above the almighty lord

Love you mother

All out there mothers who love their children

Life is beautiful

It adorns the experiences incurred and gained

Some emotions are learning some are to be forget

Many are need to be carried forward

Some are need to be sewed to stitch a attire of decision of making that life a beautiful attire which is crafted with designing dreams to achieve and make it a fashionable attire to spread around the world for others

The words I carry in my bag of emotions ,

defines the course of actions and feelings under the construction of passion and bonding with my natural existence of expressions

Some words becomes my soul

Some defines me whole

And many are left meaningless

But yet my bag continues to flair and gain many words of meaningful and spread many emotions which I spend to earn the devotion of my feelings

Her free soul

She emotions were craving to fly under the sky of feelings

She opened her arms of dreams and wishes with closed eyes

Her breath was gentle but heavy

Her eyes were glitter but were filled with tears

Yet she want to fly

And her soul will fly

The horizon of her happiness will

meet at the dawn of emotions

Thats when she ll call her

A free flying soul

I have not been on your expectations

But still I never ditched you at any stage

May be

My emotions were not meant in a manner

where out feelings got hitched

But still our rendezvous of love kept us together

May be

I am filled with flaws

But still my mistakes craves your

correction of love

May be I have made it late

in expressing my emotions

But still my feelings crave for you

Leftover

The emotions were sewed together and wore the feelings on our relationship left many blots on deep pain on our attire

Some emotions faded

Some desires blotched

Many deeds crafted on our souls mades us a piece of left over of our rendezvous of feelings

At last the leftovers we still kept those leftovers hidden to smell the aroma of each other

Rain

A season of emotions which brings the emotions of happiness and drenching me under the droplets of feelings

The season is my feeling

The occasion is raining

The devotion is dwelling

And our rendezvous of

emotions are flaring

Some deep aroma of rain is

bonding us together which

is bustling the clouds of our likings

This rain is gonna makes us drench under the thunderstorm of our bonding and makes us a

Defining rainy couple

Hope

I desired the emotions of our bonding to meet the rendezvous of romantic date..

Some feelings you crafted

Some devotions I drafted

Some passion we curated

Some emotions our bonding moulded

The journey of our relationship was our hopes of romantic attire

Some attire I brought under my soul

Some regalia you crafted under your warmth

But the fashion of our love was trending upon one aspect of our feelings which we designed to make our relationship with a genuine goal

And at last it was echoed as our

Only hope

My wine tale

The touch of her tempted soul burned many flames of desire in my essence, She kept on pouring the glass of ecstasy mixed with erotic aroma with her bidding lips , just to make me cover up with the flair of her designing persona

Our goblet of tasting divine crush our soul and bleed like a wine of divine souls.But the intoxicating ego kept on taking vengeance with giving us the affect of sipping souls

Some tasteless desires I kept hidden

Some intoxicating hate she kept secret

But our emotions flared the passion of making a rendezvous meet our feelings

And out compassion yelled out

“Cheers”

A free soul

She sold her heart .... just to buy those emotions which were selling in the market of feelings

But she lost her attire which was draped in cheating

Yet she wasn’t ashamed of her naked soul ... because her rapist was the one who committed the sin of deception

Today she auctions her feelings for gaining her emotions but the buyers are still faking her with dealing in amusement world

She could have cried over her pains

But the grits in soul

Made her deserved the passion of emotions

Thats when she called herself

A free soul