The Loss of You…

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A starless sky or a lost child,

Oceans of tears or the void of deserts,

Bewildered I find ways to see,

How I grieve,

AT THE LOSS OF YOU!

-Hiraa.

A Ballad…

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SCARBOROUGH FAIR…

Male part:

“Are you going to Scarborough Fair?
Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme;
Remember me to the one who lives there,
For once she was a true love of mine.
Tell her to make me a cambric shirt,
Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme;
Without any seam or needlework,
Then she shall be a true love of mine.
Tell her to wash it in yonder well,
Where never sprung water nor rain ever fell,
Tell her to dry it on yonder thorn,
Which never bore blossom since Adam was born,
Then she shall be a true lover of mine.”

Female part:

“Now he has asked me questions three,
Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme;
I hope he’ll answer as many for me,
Before he shall be a true lover of mine.
Tell him to buy me an acre of land,
Between the salt water and the sea sand
Tell him to plough it with a ram’s horn,
And sow it all over with one peppercorn
Tell him to sheer’t with a sickle of leather,
And bind it up with a peacock’s feather
Tell him to thrash it on yonder wall,
And never let one corn of it fall
When he has done and finished his work.
Oh, tell him to come and he’ll have his shirt,
And he shall be a true lover of mine.”

A traditional English Ballad…

-Author: Unknown

October Mornings…

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I like this time of the year….

Perfect October mornings with snow-white clouds… when the leaves on long patterned branches of trees have turned into a beautiful shade of russet…. and gold…

As I step out of the stone-walled school building, I absorb the mild fragrance of wet soil… The morning breeze greets me by kissing my cheek bones, as I watch the pale yellow leaves falling down, arranging themselves to form the most perfect portraits.. And as the wind blows they walk in its direction, without any resistance… They let themselves fly freely, you can hear them rustling.. like innocent children giggling….

On a beautiful morning like today, there’s no better place to be… than a lover’s warm embrace__!!

A Fiasco….

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Have you ever asked yourself…. Why?

Why do we close our eyes… at times when it isn’t necessary to shut them and not capture the beauty of those moments within the memory cells of our beautiful amazing eyes? Why do we close our eyes when we kiss or dream or laugh so much that it hurts the¬†abdomen or when we feel the first breeze of fresh air on a beautiful autumn morning? Why do we close our eyes when we can actually live the dream? Because it’s the feeling that matters and not the shape of its physical existence.. The feeling of accomplishment of an imagination…. that came across your mind while walking a deserted street or in the darkest hours of night just before the beginning of a new day.. But then there are those kind of dreams.. We see with our eyes open… And those dreams are ones which make us lost in imaginary conversations and scenarios how we can turn them into reality…. I lived a dream with my eyes wide open and lost in its struggle of survival and it took me so long to realize that its existence was nothing, but a Fiasco….!!