Diary
The Diary of an Angel (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
Bank of memories
Each page
Unique one of it’s own
Some were
Black Dust pages
Others were
Silver quoted leaves
Few were
Gold Rushed plates
Each page
tells it’s own Fair Story
By all means
Let it be an open secrete Diary
Wings of Soul
Chained to No-One (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
chained with Bonds
No Bonds stands for ever
Still one after the other tied the Soul
Let the soul may be chained with sweet Bonds
No heaven comes on par with a beautiful Home – the power of the love
No Death removes the Blind folds of the eyes – the secrete of the life
No body knows
English: Statue of mother, Chaves, Portugal (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
the Heart of the Mother
Neither Husband
Nor the Children
or the Parent-in-laws
Every one
Emotionally Blackmailing her
No one is ready to fulfill her basic needs
Every one
used to comply her their problems
No body looks
At least the Basic Needs of the Mother
Mother is not the Goddess
to stand like Statue in the temple
She too a part of our lives
just pay attention towards her
Let her cherish like a Full Moon
But not make her as a Black Moon
Before the Glitters
Real Education: Four Simple Truths for Bringing America’s Schools Back to Reality (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
Originals may lost sight
God also requires promoters
Otherwise he too remains as poor God
Unearthed Diamonds have no valuable sights
Unless & until polished well by the Expert hands
Truths of life are like that nothing to blame on others
Weeping toms gains nothing except wet eyes, soar throats for ever
Avoid the art of blaming others, probe a way to promote oneself in his/her filed
” Darmo Rakshati Rakshitha ” –
“Protect the Law , it will protect you” .
Wish you all a Happy Law Day
with regards
advocatemmmohan
Whistles of winds
from the deep blues
whispers about your well wishes
sleep rests on my restless eyelids
mirages of ocean always cheating my sight
sun is going to sink into the horizons of the earth
Still no view of you ………………………………………………
beating sounds of my heart gave reply telegraph for yours
at last……………………………………………………………………………………….
from the gaps of eyelashes , I viewed your arrival like a raising sun
Rites and Customs
like flowers of a Gaint Tree
May not spread fragrance
but preserves Germination for World’s future
Mood outs
J Mood (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
Mood ins
Unstabled ship on tides
While reaching depths of ocean
Every thing appears quite clam
Stability makes the ship as a Gaint
No more Mood outs and ins thereafter
bride (Photo credit: ~selyn~)
down looks
toe scratchings
blushed chubby cheeks
body language of shyness
behind the silky curtains of the screen
The Bride looks like a shining moon of a winter sky
No words need to express her love to the Bride Groom
Oh Maid
when you stand
Cleopatra (Photo credit: Maia C)
like a Mermaid before the Ocean
the Great Ocean spreads it’s hands
Warmly welcoming you in to it’s fold
by washing your feet with it’s wonderful foam
When you walk
like a Cleopatra in the desert’s sand
the Desert greets you in to it’s great lap
by paving cushion sands under your feet
when you posed
like a Great queen before the Might Himalayas
the Great Himalayas greets you with it’s cool breeze
by cooling your mind and soul from this zigzag world
