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To conquer and lose it all
at once
The feeling of triumph and loss
at once
Like the sun and white fluffy clouds together in summers
And dark clouds and rain together drive away the sun in pain
It’s all circumstantial and transitory
No loss no gain
But the change

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Dear all, today 30th July on I will be on a very short break :)
Been a little unwell and have not been reading and responding to all the love and kindness that I receive here  :)
I am forever indebted to all the poets and poetesses here ❤️
See you all soon best wishes and regards :)
Mom!
You told me don't do drugs

Dad!
You told me to take what is good in others
And add it up

Then, why is it so **** hard
To be my best self
For you guys

And express it through art
As well?
Addiction is a serious mental disease that causes emotional trauma to oneself and distress to the family. You don't have to take stimulants to be an artist. You don't need it to be the best.
Shelter it took from none
Free under the blue sky
Stood strong in all weather
Weathering every storm
Gave shelter and provided for many
Even laid its life in the end
In death it became the throne to the ones
Who sought and asked for its kingdom to be owned
With every inch of its being
Selfless it stood strong

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28th July- World Nature Conservation Day
Lo!
A spectrum of colours
in the misty cerulean sky
God’s benevolent gift
graciously bestowed
after a light drizzle

A rainbow-
nature’s lovely poem
written on the widest canvas

An arch spanning
the Earth and the heavens

A painting
with colours overlapping

An art created
by the crystalline prisms

Life expands and pulsates
eyes are raised
to a vision grand
mind takes flight
to Heaven’s glory

a transient reminder
of the beauty promised for man
warm in glow,
radiant in splendour,
emanating light,
triggering joy,
staying amid drifting clouds,
waving at us in cheer

Oh eyes,
feast on this celestial sight
this scintillating spectral aura
and get drowned
in its magical spell!

Hey, why not ride upon the wind
to loot the *** of gold hidden at its tip!
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...of wine and mirth
and holy birth,

of flowers and promise
and braided calmness,

of hummingbird and dragonfly
and their descending sky,

of porpoise and whale
and us as wind against the sail,

of grown wishes and sadness
in the flat fields under duress,

of sugar-filled cocoons and syrup
and sweetest honeymoon trip,

of dimples of Venus
and smiles from Adonis,

of thin walls about her room
in hopes to visit soon,

of all things made and said
and each time we shared a bed...

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