Ritika's Blogs

  Google pic I HOPE My soul requests, Even if my breathe eradicates, and heart cease to beat... Still hope their presence, always beside me. I ask, and they assures to bring it in the twinkling of an eye... They wrote my destiny, by tearing up the pages of their life. My arm has an amulet, that amulet holds their blessing... That blessing will shield me, when time will try to cheat, and woeful fortune will try to hit me. Every fear,every tear they wipe down, they make me smile whenever I frown. And when these ageing, wandering rains, drain away all my colours, and make me old... Still will find those two angels hands in the rainbow,to hold. Until the sun blazed into ashes, and sunshine into smoke... They will be present beside me, the only thing I hope. Hope we could have the same age, So that you both remain...till my end. And I only wish to flow and shine, Like a river in every life. Wanna take birth in the...

Google image THE ERA OF CRIES The globe is ill, infected with fever and cold. Day and night doctors are trying to heal, still many lives they couldn't hold. Poverty-stricken people are dying for meal, Low wage workers are migrating to their domicile.  Humane mother earth is oppressed by human, Now,she is teaching us how to be gentle. Vacant ways, dwellings are occupied, No one is slaying animals and trees life. Distilled air is now everyone's breathing, Earth's ozone layer is herself healing. The mightiest mother is curing herself, As her prettiest child has suffused her with pain. Let we all burn candles, in THE ERA OF CRIES, and pledge to fight together, to win battle against this dreadful time.                                             - RITIKA THAKUR Follow us on :  Facebook page : https://www.fac...

Google image NIGHTMARE'S ANGEL In the fierce dark night, when the cloud threatens the moon to glow. Sky cries with a roar sound, and evil gale starts to blow. She came out as a forlorn soul, In the dense forest to fight. The little hand was holding sword, to kill demons and making things alright. Leaves were screaming aloud, branches make jest of her arrival. But, neither any calls of the wild nor evils around, could let her will crumble. That teeny innocent eyes had once saw hell, But, now she is the mightiest,full of zeal. Turning head towards the heavens, she yelled out aloud that killed all the demons. Spring out all her pain, cloud burst out into drops of rain. Her voice is the sword, Her sword is her strength. She is no more a scared soul, She is the angel of nightmare. -RITIKA THAKUR Follow us on :  Facebook page : https://www.facebook.com/creativebloggersInd/ Instagram : hhttps://www.instagram.com/creative_bloggers_of_in...