The blanket embellished with typical artwork.  
Winter nor summer the snippet could hold.
Melancholic memories trail its framework.
Its restricted dimension not developed to unfold.

108 beads of rosary I gained in legacy.
While chanting your name I went on twirling the beads.
What escalated my heart, were the waves of agony
The beads broke down and fell into 108 seeds.  

I do not want the blanket or beads in heritage,
The spark that you left on such abandoned ruins
Which is now pulling the anecdote from wreckage
Just before my eyes memories were stewing.

What to talk on gains that do not rhyme?
Though mortals attains salvation in course of time!

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Travelers of unknown time
Walked several steps with rhyme
Build the bridges with droplets of ink
Traces of which remained lastingly in their hearts.

Perhaps the morning rays flows from her thoughts
Mingles with the fragrance of fresh page slots
She sighed on seeing the setting rays of fall
Verses knitted in twilight spilled from her heart.

She gathered words that slipped from her palms
With stream of petals she weaves garland
When the ink leaves its imprint
Feathers drizzles on someone's heart!

Ink that drizzled from her pen beautified themselves
Passion never dies as they enlighten the bookshelves!

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Spring adorned desires
When drizzled in rainbow colours
Pearls blossomed in bewitching hour
While breaths bathed in dews.

Nectar dripped from the lips
While I plucked a petal
From the rosy memories
One beautiful face rose up
From the crystalline stream
Just one face, grasped my memories!

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Deepest words embraced her heart.
Coldest dews tickled her eyes.
Bathed in fresh morning fragrance.
Sunrays blessed her for a day.

Evening seemed to be bit bitter.
For night seemed to be bit longer.
Night may vanish slowly but firmly.
“Is there another day to rise?”, she whispered

Maybe all the prayers she requires.
Perhaps the brightest soul
May have to depart just once.
Leaving all the flavors of life.
Leaving all the memories of life.
Let the tides settle her life further.
Unsure of boat may reach ashore!

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Dewy days lit by darkness
Died away in flames of sunset.

Clouded heart sailed across the wreck.
Tears ruptured adorned the deck.

Shimmering rays of certitude
Vanished in broad chested casket.

Tranquilized moonlit night
After stormy breeze sighed.

Path deluge in memories of conceit
Still the heart emanated from muddled plight.

Vineyard stealthily took away a few golden rays
Grapes stood blushing on the vine of mays.

Canopy of vine fabricated life
In a crystalline glass brighten up the path!

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Time that stride where panorama abides
Viewed by different eyes yet the same things coincide.
Flawless tears praised the virtues of rain.
Clouds of thunderbolt shook the tree of pellets.
Summers steam had the whiff of hot spells.
Winter interlaced the dribbles into snow blanket.
Ripened days cropped up with distasteful appetite.
Spring just sprang up waking all desires.
Everything hangs in where vitality lay nested.
Picturesque ambience fills the bouquet in one frame
Yet eyes still searching for something and beyond.

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Crossed the river with broken heart
Buckled it with the threads of time.
Thoughts when flew into my breath
Tears went rolling down my pen,
Relieving my heart from extreme twinges.
Feet got impaired as I progressed
While the heartbeats in past dead wood
Wanted to ponder and yonder.
Shabby memories opened its eyes in slumber
While seasons fell off one after another!

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