The places I have lived.

My words to keep you alive through my life,
You are lost only to find in distance songs,
You are buried only to awaken on my memoirs.

When I think of you,
I may pick-
Longest nights of fairy summer,
Shortest days of frosty winter,
Deepest sobs of rain,
And widest fragrance of spring,
Of the places I have lived!

How can I forget?
the little bird’s endeavor
– to build his nest on my dormer,
picking the finest twigs and leaves.

I remember,
Komorebi’s play on picnic sport,
Muse’s call on awaken nights,
Nap of a lazy noon on red couch,
And the whispers of hoaxed mists.

Those are aroma of places,
Moments that we breathe,
feels like first love,
keeps coming from past,
lives in the dreams.
The places I have ever lived.

The last gaze.

Sit968ting beside the grave of beloved wife,
The husband in thoughts,
‘What was the last gaze for?
Was he forgiven or thanked for his deeds?’
The gaze has gone for now and ever.
But still haunts him in dreams.

Note: This is for poetry written for a contest.. this female picture prompt (Exact 40 words)

Winter Love !!

Winter falls,

Sun soften it warmth,

Dews fall upon spider webs

    making pearl

Meadow still in white blanket

She hold his hand and whispers

  ‘did I thank you for your kindness and love’

‘Yes, my love, every time you smile at me’, he whispers back.

Let my love…

Let my love grow for you
beyond the sky,
deeper than ocean.
Let my love grow for you
behind the senses,
within our soul.
Let my love grow for you
with glory of trust,
in the tie of forever

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