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In my vicinity there is
A garden  so green
Monsoons
Winters and
Summers
All do agree

A walking track
Joggers track
Yoga corner
A gymming area along the track
Everyone seems to be enjoying

Early morning enthusiasts
and
Late bloomers all love the place

A  poetry recital Corner
An occasional artist
Capturing the beauty of the place

Conversations of the Elderly
Reliving memories from
Back in the day

The children in the play area
Going Merry-go-round
And sliding , happy and gay

With
A canopy of trees
Sheltering the track

Come Summers
The trees bearing  flowers in bloom
Purple orange pink
And
Most special of All
A yellow so Mellow
(Indian Laburnum)
Leaving no trace of green
Cascading in delicate blooms

With
A granite  seat placed
Beneath
A feeling so divine
A favourite of mine !!
Sitting quietly under a tree
Brings immense peace and tranquility.
I call mine , 'The Bodhi Tree'
Is silence really silent when the thoughts in your head never stop...
The world would have been wonderful
if wars were peaceful
&
hate was lovely

There would be no one hurt
No dread , no threat
no violence
The Morning Sun
In Orange Hues
A Spilt Volcano
The Molten Lava
Paints The Blue Sky.

The Afternoon Sun
The Lava down with The Magma
Blazing Hot
Fumes Over The Mellowed Sky.

The Evening Sun
Stepping down  
In Vermilion hues
Ready for New horizons
The Vivid Sky welcomes The Moon.
'   Figures of Speech '
Long  lost touch with these.
Irony lies in the fact ,
it took me a
little while to figure out the difference between
'A Similie' and 'A Metaphor ' :))

Yet another try at the daily prompts

' Metaphors'
Her life had acquired coffee flavour
and she didn't like to be that bitter
She wanted someone with sweetener    
To make her life taste better
KOI AUR HAI
Tere  khaboon mai koi aur hai,aur tere sayee mai  koi aur hai
Kaisay tu dekhay hasrat mere,tu haqeeqat mai koi aur hai
Yeh dil kab tak arizoo karta rahai ,ab koi sabab-e-furkat **
Kaisay tu pehchaanay mere ulfat,tu zahir mai koi ,aur batin mai koi aur hai

Itrey sabnum ki tarah jalah hai mera daman bhi
Mai manzil ki jistu ju kya karoon, ab rasta bhi nazar nhi
yadoon kay samandhar mai dhoob chukka ab toh
Mai haar chukka hoon zindagi  aur ab toh moat bhi ati nhi

Bhulavou yeh gum kaisay ,dil ko kya dawaa doon bhar janay ki
Mai kyun nhi rub a ru khudsay  ,mai kon hoon  ya mujmai he koi aur hai

Faryaad bhi kya ** , naa ashinaa hai yahaan sabhi
Kis  mode pay kya  hogaye koi khabar nhi hummay
Mai toota huva taraa hoon mujmai ab wo  timtimhath kahaan
Lagta Aasmaan bhaag rahaa hai aur zameen fisal rahe ** jaisay

muntazir-e-humraah ** kya,jo rahai thi wo rahai he badhal gaye
Mud kay ab dekhoon  kya, akela rahai safar tha ya koi aur be hai
Mubarak ** tummay ab yeh jahaan dard baraa
Na mud kay kabhi dekhay **** issay dhoobara
Ab aur palkoon pay ashikay baar saha nhi jata
Laboon  pay ab aur bahaana bardast nhi hota

Waqt guzra hai, kyun naa mera bhi saleeka badhal gaye Rumi
Ab aur ranjishay nhi,bhula do ghar koi ghilla aur bhi hai
                                 written by: Aabid Rumi
                             suggested by:Tanzeelah Illahi
when believe becomes faith,life ruins
Was it so wrong
to have traced those metal blades across her skin ?
Soft strokes, sharp curves on that coarse canvas of hers,
Carving out her ache ..
Was it so wrong
to have let those crimson drops adorn her scarred abstract ?
She dug my grave
And I'm buried alive
I screamed and choked ,
Silt in my throat .
Every breath I take is her toxic smoke
She clawed through me ,
Into my soul .
I fought for light,
A gleam of hope
And she hurled me into her void.
Her ears ***** up to every monster's call.

Her waves engulfed me,
And now I drown in her sea.
I live in her shell .
She shall never bend
And so shall i never blend . .

Her wrath forever shone ,
in those bloodshot eyes.
Ice cold daggers in my chest.
Her hunger never fed,
Craving for my flesh .
Her burns charred my skin
Her words, poison in my tongue .

Vicious torment in eternal hell
Utter despair, a mutual friend
And self harm, her anesthetic .

From beneath Satan's abode
I cry to thee
Wake me up
From this ceaseless dream

Yet, Dawn shall never come
And this war shall never end.
For her blood runs in my veins
And her fury in my bones ..
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