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L 4d
I will never see your eyes,
nor the constellations in the sky.
I will never hear your voice,
nor feel the breeze in my sail.
I will never see your smile,
nor see the horizon.
I will never feel your love,
nor the waves in the sea.
I will never see you,
nor the shore.
You are the pink rose,
Gently swaying in the cool air,
Drops of dew kissing your silky petals.
You are the first soft snowflakes,
Falling on a wintry day,
Creating an ambience of serenity.
You are the Spring astir,
With a sense of  tender caress,
In the whisper of the gentle breeze.
Or the wealth of the Summer that comes with joyous abandon.
Or the glowing colours in the painting of Autumn.
You are the smile that soothes my heart,
My strength to uphold my weakness,
An inspiration to my soul,
My guide,
My Angel from above.
Kavya Mukhija Oct 12
At times, I wonder
if my face flashes
in front of your eyes
when you see them,
there, laughing with
their stomachs aching.
At times, I wonder
if I ever interrupt
your train of thoughts,
like the silent touch
of the cool breeze
On a hot sunny day.
At times, I wonder
if you too have a picture
on the frame of your mind,
of us, sitting
by the window sill
watching the rain drops
race down the window pane,
with a cup of hot-brewed coffee
clutched in our hands.
At times, I wonder
if you too think of me
while I'm thinking of you;
if your fingers itch
to dial my number
if your ears go numb
to hear my voice
if you ever crave
for my presence
Like I crave for yours?
Seanathon Oct 3
Don’t waste words on a hollow breeze
You have feet, have you not?
Use them against the wind
Walk or run as you please
I've decided to rant less. To cut the cancerous complaining out of my life completely. So this verse is for me, and for my own subconscious mind to stew on.

Don't waste your words on the ether you idiot... FLY and be free from such people as these. *nods*

Guide the conversation to begin with and you won't end up here.

*slow head shake at self*
it was spring in the
dreamy outlands,
serene rivers mantled
by soft, rosy hue of
freshly fallen petals—
the zephyr blew a light
kiss on our smiling,
blush-painted faces
dazed by the ever so
pristine allure of this

and undying warmth of
entwined fingers—

until the end of
the doze.
me, having too much sweetly sickening, saccharine dreams. i've been kinda obsessed with Japan lately, and i've been dreaming about going there too.
Do you feel her pain?
A chilly breeze
Followed by a nocturnal rain,
You can hear her sneeze
On your windowpane.

You can hear the wind howl in pain.
As the clouds invade the sky
Her efforts go in vain,
She kneels down to cry
And her tears drop on your windowpane.

Tanay Sengupta, Copyright © 2018.
All Rights Reserved
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The carpeted bluebells
under the woodland canopy
swaying in ecstasy
to the hypnotic tunes of the morning breeze
invite me
to blend with them
to create a new shade of Spring.

Am I not privileged?
Wellspring Sep 26
The softest blanket covering the world under its branches,
Baby pinks, creams and sensitive whites.
The tiny petals resting gently on the heavy and moist soil.
The earthy scent of dirt and fertility,
Wafting up from the ground beneath.
The gentle breeze, giggling with mischief,
Sweeping through the blackened old arms of the ancients,
Swaying slowly in time with the bell like laughter of the wind.
I love cherry blossom trees!
J Sep 26
a n d
           t h e r e     s h e
           g o e s;    r u n n i n g
           w i l d     a n d       f r e e
           l i k e   d a n d e l i o n s
           d a n c i n g      a n d
            f l y i n g  w i t h
          t h e
wild and free
A mischievous breeze
left the leaves of the baronial tree
to weave new strains of music
in my hair.
And that set my soul free!
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