akansha thoughts

  My life did bloom My happiness knew no bound When you came out of the womb You were radiant and light as plume On hearing that first cry, a magical sound, My life did bloom You are a pure soul in human costume Born to make my sorrows to be drowned When you came out of the womb Soon excitement, felicitations echoed  the room A new purpose and strength I found My life did bloom Your arrival had made me complete, I presume The trance I feel are words beyond When you came out of the womb Life is after all a journey from womb to catacomb I promise to protect you till I am around My life did bloom When you came out of the womb. This poem is dedicated for my cutie pie. His birth have our family life with hues and happiness myraid. The format is called ' Villanelle' .  If you like my writings, do let me know in the comments.

It’s true that when our friendship ended, it did beget heartache. The bond we shared was rare, I swear, Oh dear, It did pierce my heart when you drifted apart. How strange it is that once we were soulmates and had turned as outsiders now. Those colorful moments of understanding, laughter’s and shared secrets had faded today. It’s true that when our friendship ended, it did beget heartache. I wonder, if this happened because all your needs had been fulfilled? Or, is that you have outgrown yourself from our comradeship. Oh dear, It did pierce my heart when you drifted apart. You steal glances now, if we met by a twist of fate, Eerie silence and hostile demeanors escorts by itself. It’s true that when our friendship ended, it did beget heartache I discern, this phase is a part of life and growing up, It’s natural that people change and evolve and I am bound to move on. Oh dear, It did pierce my heart when you drifted apart. I release you from my own shackles of grudges, May you realize on...

She is mysterious gleaming casting soft lit shadows wistful calmness in the darkness.     White Orb with scars like us yet flaunts its beauty sets a perfect aura for poets beneath.   Waxing from new to full through phases inspiring to embrace the changes within and shine.   This is a poem written on moon by me. It was first published on Penmancy (a writing community). The poem is written in a format known as Cinquaine.   In each stanzas, •           Line one has two syllables. •           Line two has four syllables. •           Line three has six syllables. •           Line four has eight syllables. •           Line five has two syllables. I had given the title as 'Moonwake' which means refl...