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  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...

MIRROR NEVER LIES Google image I raised my left hand, but,she raised her right. I grinned at her face, but,she gave an agony smile. Tried to find out the reason behind her pain, but,she seems to be jaded by retorting again and again. Blowing all obstacles alone, she was the fervent sparkling soul. Felt worn out from inside and tears dropped from those hazel eyes. I still beamed faintly to lessen her cries, but, perhaps I forget that 'MIRROR NEVER LIES'. - RITIKA THAKUR Follow us on :  Facebook page : https://www.facebook.com/creativebloggersInd/ Instagram : hhttps://www.instagram.com/creative_bloggers_of_ind/ Twitter : https://twitter.com/of_bloggers

Google image THE FONDNESS TUNE Wanna immure those affection forever in my heart, When you present your feelings instead of having fear of getting hurt. Felt like I'm over the moon, heart dilate with those fondness tune. Entire world seems to be so pleasant, And on my face,smile was constant. Thousands of thoughts were wandering around, How could you have harked all those fondness sound? Probably the devine being assisted you to unhide, Cause I was unable to utter,whenever I tried. I'm so blessed that you grasped those vibes, Instead of this distance,I always found you close by... You wish upon for my wellness, You bestow love,warmth and careness. I found you in my solitude as well as in the crowd, You are the silver lining to my dark cloud. Never get vexed of to glanced at your sweet face, Your humble nature, melting words makes me everytime impress. Warm days,cozy nights,sky showers and countless leaves had moult, But,the love is st...

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Google image WARRIOR AT HOME About five hundred miles away from this land, my wife counts every hour on dropping of all sand. She waits for my arrival and I'm thirsty to get a glimpse of her face, I sleep every night with her portrayal in my head. Her chatty brown eyes seems staring me all day, I remember her wavy hair tresses rolling down her face. Heavenly face and her captivating words, can melt anyone from gusty to incurious. Her strong heart has helped me to survive at such a frigid and ruthless site. Staying tough all day long but,night broke me down, I feel powerless as not even her voice can be harked around. No network,no phone booth,no internet is accessible, as here,snow covers the surface all throughout the year. Only a small ATM is there near my bivouac, from where I withdraw some money diurnal. My account is linked with her number, only after getting withdrawal message she could calmly slumber. The message is the witness of my alive, A...

Google image ILLUME THYSELF Raise your voice! But, don't shout. Stand up with the stiff truth, in the untrue crowd. Take much hour you need and elect the accurate path. Choose your own perfect song and play it till last. Gravel and trench may come across your path. You should make a jump and then again start. Turn your head only towards the ultimate source of power, Just like the face is steered towards the sun by the sunflower. Alike genotype is not effected by your phenotype. Let the surrounding gloom should not effect your inner light.                - RITIKA THAKUR Follow us on :  Facebook page : https://www.facebook.com/creativebloggersInd/ Instagram : hhttps://www.instagram.com/creative_bloggers_of_ind/ Twitter : https://twitter.com/of_bloggers

Google image A STONE'S QUERY A stone on the ground was getting kicked by everyone. The constant prod caue him th . e motion. Being ignored by every mankind. He felt timid and awful with his unattractive shape & size. Once a boot carried him to a place, where he gazed a statue's stone standing at a base. Unable to endure his curiousness enough. He asked him ,   "WHY ARE YOU GETTING SO RESPECT AND LOVE?" Statue's stone have peacefully replied 'We both are the fragments of same massive stone at a time.' Just a thin line difference is in between you and mine. When the sculptor hammered the massive stone , I endured the pain, but,you broke down.                    - RITIKA THAKUR          Follow us on :  Facebook page : https://www.facebook.com/creativebloggersInd/ Instagram : hhttps://www.instagram.com/creative_bloggers_of_ind/ Twitter : https://twitter.com/of_...

THE UNETHICAL SEVERANCE The notion of disparity in people is so ample, that they have even carved up the GOD into CHURCH,MOSQUE and TEMPLE. The colour safron belongs to HINDU, white to CHRISTIAN  and green to MUSLIM,they say... This is how they have splitted up the colours  of our flag in such an inept way. The blessed  food of TEMPLE is sweets, CHURCH is wine and for MOSQUE is date palm... They haven't left the food to branch off into   different religion. The holy flower of HINDU is lotus, MUSLIM  is rose and alter flower is of CHRISTIAN... The nature is also diverged into  CAST,COLOUR,CREED and RELIGION. The notion of disparity in people is so ample that they have even carved up the GOD into CHURCH,MOSQUE and TEMPLE. -RITIKA THAKUR Follow us on :  Facebook page : https://www.facebook.com/creativebloggersInd/ Instagram : hhttps://www.instagram.com/creative_bloggers_of_in...

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Google images NEED AND DESIRE Need and desire  are two unlike twins. But, both the sisters Crave for something... Need is younger elder one is desire, younger one can be content but, elder seeks for higher and higher... Bit by bit desire lengthen till it reaches to deathbed. It consistently fancy for something and it can ever be content... - RITIKA THAKUR Follow us on :  Facebook page : https://www.facebook.com/creativebloggersInd/ Instagram : hhttps://www.instagram.com/creative_bloggers_of_ind/ Twitter : https://twitter.com/of_bloggers