"Tears Relieved my Life" -
                       An Inspiration Wanderlust
                                     Journey!...
"One drop of water blink off
from the eyes in the form of tear
it keens up the pain
To ask my Fear from where you came
And Till when you will go"!!...
that, for which I searched through the world, that was with me inside my Tears .. the reflection & shadow of my life become worse every time as a darkness of fear , Where my tear found a strong desire to crave my past memories in the seldom world to bring out the new world by wanderlust..
I made a desire to travel in the new line to walk up my life for one!!.. Where  my thoughts of light travels through the darkest part of the wandering waves to give such a time that is old, and bright as a new .
a wanderlust is the best desire to live a modest life !...
it Foams And Wander the waves
into the sea of ​​Runestone,
Here I sit with my dreams.
There the wind whistles, the shrine seagulls,
The waves traveling and foam .
I loved my tears that turn
into the snowing waves of love
And Feather flock till the end!....
                                                                                          -Chirayu..

Dear You!...,
                  This Letter Literate you by my world of Writing.!!..
Hello,
       This is me a poetry teller
       Rhyming down the line
       Shimmering light of love
       Pouching out my heart
       in flame of different words..
       Gifting you a secret beauty    
       Falling down on knees
       folding hand behinds
       Rearing one hand by
       Beautiful Rose to say!..
      Will you be my valentine!...
      
     the rays of beauty shines on face
     where hides the blushing rose,
     Pride of fragrant poetry
     Prepared in sane of love;
    Garland meet for beauty's brows,
       Hill and dale adorning?
   Gentle maid the summer's fled
   And the hopeless Rose bright forever!!..
       Till the next Valentine day!!...
                                                       - Chirayu

Standing with a rip world
I tweet my last piece
See you in hell algorithms!..
Resting in peace for a day!...
Using the hash tag #Twitter!.

Walking in a path to find a shadow of he
But life plays an role to meet a new love as She
Saw Her first time met her first time
As She was the shadow before of mine
But a time left a voice of mine as
A beautiful Wanderer of Rover life....            
-Chirayu

QUESTIONING THE FLAKES OF TIME
       AND THE LOST MOMENTS.
        WHY YOU LEFT ME ALONE?
          WHERE ON THIS DATE?
             WHY AT THIS TIME,
       OVER AND OUT THIS WAY,
                  TELL ME WHY.
  WHY YOU LEFT ME STRIPPED OF DIGNITY ?
       WHY DOES MY SOUL STILL CHASE
    THE RUSTED PATHS WE TREADED ONCE,
     WHERE YOU ABANDONED ME ONLY
                TO AGGRIEVE ME.
                    TELL ME WHY.
  WHY DID MY VOICE BID ADIEU TO BEAUTIFUL
   MELODIES WHICH WERE ONCE SUNG BY IT FOR
                    YOU. MY LOVE?
                     TELL ME WHY.
WHY HAVENS OF MY HEART ARE MERE RUBBLE
                           NOW,
            DESTROYED, DESECRATED
   DEPLORED,THE PINK SHADES OF INFATUATION
                   HAVE LOST ITS COLORS.
           FOR NOW, THE SPARKS ARE DEAD.
BLOOD RUNS COLD TRAVELING I N THE NERVES OF
               MORTAL DECEASED BY LOVE.
                   NO ANSWER FROM THEE,
  SO I DEPART ON AN IMMINENT JOURNEY TO
QUENCH THE THIRST OF MY VOICELESS EYES.
                                                                                                    - Chirayu...

Happy Republic Day ....
On This Auspicious day, Today we are celebrating
67th Republic Day of India, as a citizen & child of this motherland i promise to make this country more beautiful by the contribution in the right direction & to protect this country with a humanity, so writing a short letter by expressing my love for my country & I proud to be an Indian...
Good time to examine who we are and how we got here..
Still the flames & a myth of scents tricolour my heart with the name to remind always the Country India...
To express my beautiful India dedicating a letter to and for real life humans and real life hero of country
who shelter us Everyday, every second, every time and they are the real pride of the nation.....
                                        Soldiers
Never born to die or also called Shelter Shadow of country.
I m young and my thoughts towards country is huge for the contribution I believe in work after thinking..

"Dedication of a particular word by a different manner"
                                                   "Draft"
A volume of traffic is controlled by a traffic person as like here in our writing world Draft is that person who control our work by saving a particular thing in a proper way.
Draft is that word which tick yours mind with a new ideal thought on everytime, Draft is a piece of text ,known for a particular work, which be saved incomplete without completing it till the next time.....
Draft is something that calculate work in a different manner of time...
A Person can continue the work with a fresher thoughts & can create a new idea to maintain it with large scales of words.... Draft of a letter is a roof of words and leaves of paper planted with different ways of thoughts!!...
Draft is only made when there is work to flip up with a new ideas & scripts lift down with the words weight in the reality of scene!.....
Draft is a friend of mine with a
Receiving and reflecting
revolution way of thinking.
Draft You are the  reason behind me
"I'm right", or " I'm wrong"
grating me about your righteous
way of correction agreeing to you,
An rated words to a
rescued agreeance.
                                                                             -Chirayu