An expression.An emotion.A magical art.That beautiful painting,which is actually paintednot by colours,rather using, constructive words,by a poet.That is what is called a POETRY.-Elysian Bookgraphy Write a POEM and let your EMOTIONS flow. Wishing you all a very Happy World Poetry Day!!
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An Unsaid Love Story
From the ages, he just keeps gazing at her. By a far distance, with all his endearment. She knows, his pure adoration & devotion. Traveller on the same boat, also she is. It’s ironic, they can’t be one, ever. They know it, because that will be the end. Sun and Earth – An Unsaid LoveContinue reading “An Unsaid Love Story”
Paper & Quill
A thought that once originated from your mind,reaches on a paper,it is when the magic happens.Flowing with words in the ink of positivityfrom your quill,it is when a bird getsits freedom and fly high.You never know,it can change the lives of people,it can change the world.-Elysian Bookgraphy
I think It’s a deja vuI am reliving all of it,this journey, my lifemy love and you,all of this.Stuck inside themaze of time,tried escaping,but can’t.There is no doorto exit, once youget in.Time, Time isvery bizarre, strangeand inexplicable.It was there, it is hereIt will be ahead.You can die,but you cannever be ableto subjugate it.It is God.GodContinue reading “Time”
Who stole the life?
If you are alive, I must say you have the most precious thingin your hand ; it is life.‘As they say, ‘Jaan hai to Jahan hai’.Now, Take a moment from your busy schedule, to Live.Yes you heard it right,To Live.Live your life.Must have forgotten, how to live?Just rushing and crushing it,Right..?Its time, its time thatContinue reading “Who stole the life?”
Listen, passerineToday I will tell you a storyof a li’l girl, Lily.An orphan,A poor illiterate lass,Who used to sell roses on the streets.Met a man one monsoon,Who got plunged in to the sludge.Its irony,Literates kept on staring,No one helped,came down runningthe illiterate Lilyfor help,Gesture touches the man’s heart.Next day,the kind man came again,and took herContinue reading “Tête-à-Tête”