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Saumya Jan 2018
I think,
What young souls normally don't.

I behave,
How young kids hate to.

I percieve,
How young people normally don't.

I say least
But feel most than you'll ever see.

If you ever need a friend,
I'll prove to be a comforting soul.

I see, what people normally don't
I believe, what isn't known, but still will be someday known.
It will be the most soothing truth for humanity.

I expect less,
And stay happy.
What kills me most
Is temporary people's 'Empathy'
What hurts most when they leave,
Is this mere 'Empathy'.


I'm me, and I never crave to be somebody,
I know, what I'll get will be the harvest of my own deeds.
Why then to worry?

I force not anyone to be the other somebody,
But all I expect, is Honesty, and that same courtesy.
A virtue that most always do'nt take seriously.

I'm thus an old soul,
In a young body
And I know,
That's  what my writings
Often speak!
Saumya Jan 2018
Walking down my lane with downturned chin
every bit of bright closing up shop for the season
I noticed a fluttering butterfly beckoning me on
leading me to an enclosed tunnel of riotous color!


Stepping inside, my view was obscured by foliage
every texture and hue with unlimited adornment
a studious lady with a clipboard stepped out from
a row of sunflowers, vivid coral with buttery edges.


I was stunned by the majesty of her shiny black hair
and I remembered reading about a plant whisperer
so I asked: “Are you the bloomin’ botanist of lore?
Please show me how you create all these colors!”

She nodded her head, with a big wide smile, saying: 'Yes! For Sure.'
We were soon amidst foliage, so green, so pure
She handed me a twig of dark pink rose,
She smiled in surprise, like a playful child,
Asked, 'Isn't this one adorable enough to be explored?'

I was thrilled to glance at the rose, the one indeed majestic enough to be explored!
She plucked a petal, and the fragnence filled my nose,
She told me of a 'pigment', called Anthocyanin
The initial chemical constituent that provides it's colours.

I pointed my finger towards a yet wonderful rose,
The one yellow, with tint of orange edges in a big wide row.
It ignited my curiosity & more to explore,
I asked: 'What's the pigment for those colours?'

She smiled & led me closer to that row,
A row whose smell grew intense and more.
She picked a petal on her palms to explore,
& told it was a blend of two colors!

The sunset yellow the flower showed, was due to a pigment called 'Carotene'
The orange tint at the petal's end
Was due to a fixed mix of Carotene and Anthocyanin!

She told that plants have a definite substance,
A chemical constituent called 'Pigment'.
These pigment yield the colors so new,
The ones we call Lavendry, rosy, grapy and  hues.

While most leafes have a common green pigment,
Which makes them so greeny in appearance
Is nothing but this common pigment,
A pigment called 'Chlorophyll' often.


I was thrilled, amazed, and smiled so wide,
To quench the thirst, my mind always strived!
These flowers, these plants, these leafes and trees that surrounds us all sides,
Have a natural colour pallete, named 'Pigment'' inside!
The one that imparts the colors so bright.

And while my heart was imbibed in this thought,
My soul danced to discover this merry thought.
My mind, My eyes, got stuck at a flower!

The flower was adorable, with a lotusy pink view,
But I saw a bee, dancing around & singing, buzzing.
I gazed, I watched, I wondered, and pondered.
My mind had a question, which urged the answer!


I turned then to my plant whisperer,
For a yet new answer,
She turned back with her utmost grace,
Asked 'Is there a new question for me to be answered?'


I pointed my hand towards the bumblebee,
I asked why was she dancing around those flowers incessant and merrily?
Are those flowers in any ways necessary for those bees?
What are those creatures doing, minsculely in the centre of the rose disc?


She smiled in delight, with a radiant face in confidence,
I was sure, she'd teach me something interesting then!
She told me they were helping the flower with pollination,
They are nature's pollinating agents!


The flowers we see, with the adorable hues
Are bright & attractive for a reason good,
You see the bees, You'll see the birds, You'll even the honeybees doing the same the wiggle
The all come here to **** flower's sweet juice,
& While they **** it from their nectar tubes,
Their bodies pick some pollen granules!


Those pollens are the powdery make seeds,
Which are often present at the central disc.
The flies when **** the sweet flower's juice,
They sit on the structure, called 'pollen bed', and fill their 'pollen baskets' till the deeper depths!

While these bees, leave the flower at their best, ready to go to a flower next,
Their wings dust these pollen dust, to the flower's pollen tube,
Ready for the phenomenon next!
A phenomenon called 'Fertilisation' best!

The fertilisation is the fusion of male to a female's reproductive cell,
A phenomenon which forms new 'Embryonic cells'.
The Embryo formed is but the new young cell,
Ready for the cycle, it's origination led.

Nature adorns this embryo with petals,
A structure we know as 'flowers' and its  'Whorls'
The center of which forms new pollen cells,
Ready for the cycle, a part of the cycle
Of turns into a mature adult.
Suggest me a better title please.

Thankyou for reading
Saumya Dec 2017
You gotta be a piece of magnet in a world where most people you meet are just a box bones and flesh, but ironically have a 'iron heart' that knows no love and empathy, a virtue that actually seperates humans from animals! You've deserved to enjoy your journey with glee & utmost graciousness remembering the fact, that they who don't melt,  are'nt a piece of iron even, that's atleast complete a rigid substance in its own, yet respects heat enough to melt itself all in & for it.
Saumya Dec 2017
Love, and respect yourself for what you are, the way you speak, your complexion is, and however you truly are.Learn to adapt well in it.You're perfect, you're beautiful the way you are.Never let people decide  what sorta person you ought to be! (They actually needn't) A sea is a sea and an ocean is an ocean, and they can never be the same as each otger, ever! If people can't adore the original you, remenber that sorta affection is either fake, or is just short-termed, and may not be healthy too, so better stay away from it.Ironically, most  people still need to understand the fact, that nothing can beat originality.

Live your truth, laugh at your mistakes, learn from them, and move on, but never consider any problem as 'permanent'.Nothing stays forever, nor will they.Embrace problems as wierd friends, who teach us a lot before they leave, and change us into a better and stronger us , sometimes forever.

Never, never, settle, or dare changing yourself for anyone, who wants you to be something you already  know that  you aren't & will never be comfortable to be.Stay away from being forced/ dragged into something.Its the most ridiculous thing, you'll regret doing.

You're incomparable, you're special, and you're way too precious to take **** and the ****** people seriously.Know, realize, ponder and believe in this truth, and the real sort of people will always love you for what you are, and will be with  and for you with unfading loyalty.
Saumya Dec 2017
Trust not the faces, they  lie often!.
Trust actions, and you'll be on the right track, most often.
Saumya Dec 2017
It started with happiness,
And a half smile then,
But ah! It's so soon,
That the year's at end.

It started with people,
I then called friends,
But, Oh! Those friends
Didn't last till end
And Now, Will no more
As the Years at end.

It started with hope,
To achieve most since then,
But sigh* who knew,
God had different plans?
But then, what can be done,
Instead of acceptance
That Now, The year's at end.

It started with joys,
A sense of content,
That things are in control
Every now and then.
But ah! It pains
That it's end,
Took off all the happiness,
I earned.
And now, what's left
Instead of acceptance?
Acceptance of the fact,
That the years at end.
Fact.
2017 has been the most pathetic year of my life.What I wished, is exactly what I didn't get. What I deserved, was taken away from me....I hope this was enough to make you feel, what this year blessed me with...Yes, despair obviously!
I just hope, the next year turns out to be the best one for us all
Saumya Dec 2017
Your eyes,
makes me smile more,
Your voice,
has all cures,
Your lips,
I crave, having more and more,
Your hugs,
alleys all feelings of being alone,
I'm so happy...so glad....and so blessed
To be yours.

I'm happy, happy to be yours.


Minutes, Hours and Days passed.
And so did the years,
oh how quickly they last.
We fought,
We laughed,
We shared,
And cared,
We smiled,
We giggled,
We cried,
And it all went through every year,
In time and tides.
I knew you then,
But i know you now,
My frowns are replaced,
By my blush now.
I'm so happy....so glad...and so blessed
To be yours.

I'm happy, happy to be yours.


How could I not see this you,
That I can see now,
I was so blind, so unaware,
and such a fool to not understand.
Our fights made us wise,
Our tears made us strong.
And we were always there for each other,
In all storms.
I always loved the way how
You patched up.
You wept more, when
things were messed up.
Your smile was something,
That could heal my weeping soul,
And your cuddles were something,
That I relished most..
I'm glad that those arms are mine now,
Mine forever, and mine for now.
I'm so happy...so glad...and so blessed
To be yours.

I'm happy, happy to be yours.

You've made me smile,
In times I felt like crying,
You saved my soul,
When I was all alone..
You perceived me,
When I was expressionless.
You've made me, 'me'
When I had everything
Except, that faith in me .
You induced courage,
When I lacked that in me.
You taught me everything i needed to know,
And made my world,
Beautiful than snow.

You're a pure treasure, treasure to my soul,
And I'd love to be imprisoned,
Imprisoned in your heart and soul.
Not just for this day, Not just for the coming days
But for the years, that I can witness more..
I'm so glad, so happy...and so blessed
To be yours.*

I'm happy, happy to be yours.



© 2017 Saumya
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