Without wings, dream to fly high, so that you will be remembered. People in History fight in the frontline, that’s why we read them🦅🦋🕊️ Avan
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Life Goes On
Is it you, who can’t live without them or vice-versa? Think about it, a space is vacant for them to reshape, so, relay on yourself and the wheel of life continues as usual, without you or with you. –avan
Silence
When words betray,
Actions does speaks.
When Actions fails,
Emotions pass it on.
When Emotions lies,
Instinct do convey.
When instict doubts,
Silence speaks Truth.
My Love
You are the tree with branches,
Encircled by leafy wings and buds.
You cook the food with light..And
Dance merrily in wind with music.
I'm your root with tiny laterals,
Bringing nutrients to your tummy,
I hold you taut, when you falter.
My Love, hold me tight to eternity.
- avan
From… Somewhere
It's been years since the question arouse
Who comes first and confuses either ways.
The chicken says "I'm your mother so I'm!"
And egg claims "you born from this shell"
It goes on and on and on... So.. Violently and
Presence of hawk unified them, it proves,
Necessity of an enemy for peace and love.
-avan
Sometimes….
To live in a metropolitan world,
To loiter on dense estate house,
To find gas station after miles,
Are exciting, only at intervals
Sometimes it does, not always...
- Avan
Unrequited love of Sun and Moon
The sun and moon bleeds every day and night.
The only glance to meet each other in Earth,
The scattered rays of sun brightens the moon,
And the unattainable love bleeds the stars.
The sky and ocean witnesses their affection,
And unrequited love moves day and night cycle.
Sandwiched under sea and sky, they separate,
Before they could chit-chat the life stories.
The starry sky enlighten their moments and,
Tiny stars disappears in dawn with lusty sun rays,
The blue and white sky blushes like ripe orange,
Yet, they know, they survives for mere glances.
- Avan
Love of Root and Wood
Since birth, tiny roots stabilized,
the plant to stand high in Sun.
With leaves cooking tasty food,
The plant forgets it's Roots.
Crossing centuries of growth,
The flourished tree realised it;
Break-less Service of its roots;
A silent love from underworld.
The roots transformed as wood,
To preserve the lover's body.
And comes out to see the face,
Of it's everlasting love in sky.
It teaches, unconditional love,
And selfless service for partner,
God helps them to meet outside,
But they failed to hug each other.
Some relations are bound to meet,
They realise later and never touch,
Upon death they might meet or not,
Sometimes root resurrects the love.
-avan
Lonely
It is a state of being alone, when society identifies your difference.
Life in White
The White Lillies with green leaves
Decored the church with holy smell.
On the day holy baptist communion,
They marked him as the confirmand.
Eucharist white bread and red wine,
Commemorates 'Last supper of Lord'.
Secret confession in white dress
Leads to reconciliation with faith.
Anointing the sickly to heal well,
Dressed in milk-white nurse cloth.
The trendy white gown with frills,
And white rose bouquet wedlocked.
The white covering sheet and socks,
With white lilly bouquet above him,
Buried with white fragnant petals,
In a coffin under White RIP marble.
-Avan
Meant To Be
Connection
It’s Love
The Sweetless Latte
The frothy-creamy rich coffee
Filled with milky white and caffine.
Ordered a large size ceramic pot
And waited for the yummy Caffè.
Prepaid the order and waited in sofa.
Does time always moves slowly?
The cosy cushion refixes the position
Yet, Latte arrived an hour later.
Delivery executive moves forward,
With his black hat with an ‘M’ in it.
His unusual smile with shaky hands
Trembled my greedy desire to have it.
He delivered the black clay cup,
The unusual sugar sprinkles alerted.
The heart with colourful sugar!
Sipped the top froth, in doubt.
Sugar granules kills the taste buds,
Following bitter slurp dripping tears.
The waiter announced “it’s sugarless”
In panick I said”But I ordered Latte”.
Black hats lined as army as witnesses
I repeated “Sorry, But I Ordered Latte”
Prolonged pause broke my serenity,
They cautiously gazed one another.
I repeated my comment assertively,
“Excuse me, BUT I HAVE ORDERED LATTE”
Doubting my sanity I explained further,
“The Italian Caffè latte”, with milk froth.
Explained “espresso with steamed milk”
Suggested “you’ve forgotten to add Sugar!
Please get me another cup with sugar.
And straine the colourful sugar candies”.
The black hats stared at me pathetically.
Fitting my top new t-shirt I suggested:
“Else give me two sachets of sugar”
I helplessly stared at them in despair,
Wish it was a dream that vanish.
The prolonged pause in silence ended,
Reassuring reality of events and my sanity.
They unanimous reply shrinked eyebrows
And said: “Sorry, we are out of sugar”. -Avan
Black and White
The prints as caricatures lasts forever
Evoking unending memories of past.
Like Malwares, the colourful pics fades
Blurring the life for social networking. –Avan
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