Cravings of Winter

She usually picks gerbera daisies
Today she went to pick up red roses, why?
Perhaps because it is not the season of roses,
Perhaps in winter she craved for the warmth
Perhaps by picking up the roses she felt the warmth
The crave of something is fulfilled by another
She separated the roses from the baby's breath
And arranged them with care in the vases
Breathing heavily on the baby's breath
The roses stared at her, perhaps
She caresses them all, and a thorn pricks
The pain reminds her the pleasure
And she embraces them both, longing
To revive the winters of past lives
And everything else that is so close yet so far!

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The world is our battle ground and home should be a safe space. Donot create a war here.

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There are only two days that matter - the day you were born and the day you figure out why
Mark Twain

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You should not take advice from people who are not there where you want to be!

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Bhaidooj reminds me it is right to choose RIGHT over evil brother Ravana on any day!

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Diwali reminds even the God may not be a good husband necessarily. Partnership is all about standing by the person unapologetically!

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This Duserra let us accept Ravana was evil, no matter how learned and powerful one is, abduction is a crime!

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Meet me somewhere under this sky,
Let us call it half way between being lost and found,
For us, the wanderers to feel, and to revive
What we have been longing for all this time!

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In euphoric enlightenment 
As though passion is not only in lust
But in their entire canvas to live
To work, to express, to release, to create 
To sing, to dance, to write, to draw 
They head towards the fridge
To dip the strawberries in the chocolate!

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The moon shines, with
The shining smiles too
With the dawn in the horizons 
Deep into the slumber
Entangled, entwined, in euphoria
Till the sun kisses them 
And they were ready
To take on the world

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