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Dying
At home
Is the biggest bliss in the present times
Without parents
We have roofs
Still rain leaks and the sun burns
New
Hopelessness
Is an ice cream
Though you keep it for long
It dissolves into nothingness
As soon as the heat of hopefullness gets stronger
Offer a chair
To the poor
You will not
Lose thy place
In society
Do you want
To be mentally strong?

Stop thinking ill of others!
Can you
Follow my philosophy?

If someone abuses you hurts you injur you
Forgive him for the sake of God
I am the moon
Pale and Lune

He is the earth
Living and True

My presence is a solemn shadow
His life is the light

My soul is filled with craters
His is colorful and ocean blue

My laugh is silver and gets lost
In the silence of space

His laugh is a beautiful flower
That blooms on his face

I an the moon
He is the earth
And I will forever loom
Never close enough to even touch

For I am a greyscale shadow
Following me gravitational pull
And he is life itself
In their Garden of Love,
She,the beautiful queen,
Champak, with her
Intoxicating scent
He,the handsome King,
Gandharva, with his
Mesmerising scent
Hypnotising two hearts
With love and romance
Taking them to Heaven !
These are two flowers which will take you to heaven of love :-)
I will only let you touch me if your hands are so full of intension that every brush of your palms feels like your writing a novel on my skin.
i see the petunias ,  lilacs and  forsythia.

the tomatoes , strawberries,  grapes and  pine cones

and the squirrels

in my garden

and i know God is there


and He brings me gifts

of flowers and sunshine

and butterflies

and hummingbirds

and sweet, sweet air

and i know God is there


He lets me play in the garden

my garden is

my art


He brings me lilies and daisies and asters

marigolds and sweet alyssum

...memories from grandmas


a magnolia and butterfly bushes

from my sons


foxgloves from a time spent with my precious friend


and bittersweet geraniums...

memories

of my mama's

grave...


cj 2016
my garden is my therapy, and God's gift to me
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