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A day

When - We are born..
When - Our parents are born..
When - Multiple relations come in existence
When - We get our Identity .

Celebration of this day continues..

It may be
Just another day in the year
Or
Just another year added in life..

It's always,
A day
When we visit our past ...
The multiple events throughout the life..
When
Celebration took place
Gatherings happened
Always.
In..
Over - Decorated House
Over - Dressed Us
Over - Dressed our Siblings
Over - Served Delicacies...
Over - Invited Guest list...

When we sit back and remember
When we travel down the memory lane
Reminiscing the time gone by...
Those past moments are birthday's for us...!!

The time of the year
to go and sit in
old teasures

To - Sit in memories..
To - Sit with old albums..
To - Remember friends..
To - Remember long list relations..
To - Remember bursting of balloons..
To - Remember that knotted thread which grew each year...

That's what birthday should be for..!


Sparkle In Wisdom
Oct 2018
 Oct 2018 CeriseRed
Traveler
**** these violent black holes
Compressing each and every passing soul
****** through these eternities
By vacuums of unknowns

  On the other side where entropy awaits
There at the eventful horizon
Another big bang
At heaven's new gate

Hope is but a hypothesis
From an obsolete science book
Outdated in spirituality
Humanity is always
On the hook!
Traveler Tim
 Oct 2018 CeriseRed
Cristina
aren't we all afraid of suffering?
just the verity that we cannot sleep
from the throbbing thoughts
is maintaining us awake a bit more.
and there's the symphony of insomnia.
 Oct 2018 CeriseRed
Bethan Rose
Echoes from the past
Memories that will forever last
And as I remember, the sun shines a little brighter
Nostalgic all nighters

The tick of the clock awakens me
Time is moving on
Pressing play on the same radio
But i’m hearing different songs
Those days are far, far gone
Oh sweet, sweet pain
 Oct 2018 CeriseRed
ryn
Asunder
 Oct 2018 CeriseRed
ryn
Clutching an anvil
close to my chest
as I struggle
to tread the water.

I’m sinking...
 Oct 2018 CeriseRed
Medusa
Curled against me at any time of day
Stronger than iron, we are one

My son pitches himself against me
In every way, last gasp,

Puberty can’t be avoided
It will end the innocence of

Desperate devotion between us
As it always has been meant to do

Pain, such cleaving pain,
I reject it for now

Give me one more, no
Give us two more years to live like

This, oh please,
This World will wait

A bit longer
To devour him
 Oct 2018 CeriseRed
Traveler
Life is but a cruel, cruel maze
Of dead ends and nowhere lines
Prepare to hold tight
To the connection
Between your body
And your poetic mind

Off the tracks of life we stumble
The dice of love we tend to fumble
Thankful for another chance
Life is cruel but still we dance!
Traveler Tim
You not the first.
You won't be the last to grasp for looks.
You broke your own heart seeking outer appearances instead of inner.

Just remember, you're not the first.
And obviously, you won't be the last.

A lot is hidden behind the facade of beauty.
It's a magnet.
A tool that captures quick attention.
Then a tool used to make many people unhappy.
Just remember this?
You're not the first and won't be the last.

But have you notice many folks get extremely jealous.
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