Beliefs

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Beliefs!!, what are they??,
Some believe in night, some in day,
It can lead us to the brightest of roads,
May also take us to the darkest streets,
Help us fight the toughest of battles,
Can make us collapse like a pack of cards,
Sometimes the belief fluctuates with the situation,
Sometimes the day is too bright, the night refreshing.

The Memories

#MiracleChallenge : Week – 10

Challenge No : 2

Write a Poem using below two prompt words –

* PEACEFUL     * FANTASY

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When Relaxing with a peaceful mind,

The Past appeared like a fantasy ride.

Reliving memories which are only mine,

Dancing on the wavy tunes of time.

Linear it seems, but it’s always otherwise,

Depths of which can be maximized or minimized.

Happy times, pleasurable, difficult times unmeasurable,

The unknown and unreasonable now becomes palpable.

The selected ones, stirring and painful to keep,

Yet, in loneliness, those are the ones we seek.

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The Message

#MiracleChallenge : Week – 9

2. Write a Poem using below two prompt words –

*MAGIC     *LIGHT
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After the night, i can feel the day,

time to start, in the same way

i feel so light, and i am filled with mirth

want to meet myriads of people on earth

without my noticing, i started to sing

song of my life and the magic it brings

i am rising with the rising sun

the orange ball, painting for fun

the air, the fragrance and the moisture

has the healing touch of mother nature

searching for the daily necessities

feeding my family and setting priorities

success or not, but I will try

the waves of my song will never dry

out of the spell, i woke up under the tree

and saw birds flying and chirping around me.

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Home Bound

with the cry, the curtains raised,

uncertain about what lies ahead,

map the present with the future,

surprising events at crucial junctures,

wild dreams, colourful songs,

decisions right and wrong,

darkness in patches,

to which the light matches,

long or short, sour or sweet,

our purpose we will achieve,

the open cage, with the curtains down,

dawn or night, we will be home bound.

Keep Moving

Gazing through the window

The mountain touched the sky

Proclaiming, aim that high

Feeling sleepy, I lied down

The trees also touched the heavens

Crying out loud, matter of perception.

Neither the peak, nor the tree top

Is a comfortable place to be

The ground beneath narrows

And the fall fatal

But we must, for our curiosity

For the sake of humanity.

Wet Memories

The falling rain, the sinking sun,

And I remembered all the fun.

The seven colours arched like a bow

And I went back, many many years from now.
A bunch of students were crossing the street,

Who deliberately got wet without any heed.

Getting drenched in the rain, always gave,

A feeling of freedom, which we all craved.

The people takings shelter were also not spared,

By the cars splashing water in the air.
Floating paper boats in the running stream,

As if ships were sailing in a dream.

Some played cards, some played chess,

Some played football and created a mess.

Some just sat and listened to stories,

All in all they are brilliant memories.