Romance and Musings

The night is over..

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The night is over,

the flowers on the bed,

whisper the tales of love…

the saga we lived,

before we were one…

the walls around us witnessed us

as naked as we were, as clothed we were

everything around us was triggering the spout of emotions

that we experienced ..

it was a reunion of souls

untamed and unbounded for a long time…

uniting like the meet of the unsung tales…

composing a consonance of zest…

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Your love held me in the enchanting nights

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Love for darkness was never ending

I always admired the darkness

the vagueness of the surrounding

the far off streetlights that gave a shadowing light

the beautiful fireflies that lit up my place

it flies around in my garden as if lighting up my way

the whole night invites me to step out of my comfort zone

and walk away into the dark pavements

the unseen paths, that hid many surprises

the danger was not the factor that pulled me back

it was only you that pulled me away from falling into the black hole

the attraction of black was indefinite

I could never control myself from walking away

Yet, your love held me strongly

your hands never let me go away

it held me so tightly

that even if I tried to run off

it would take me in complete control

even though I never stepped out

you let me admire the beauty of the darkness

the beauty that was profound

the impeccable nature in the twilight overwhelmed me

I love my surroundings more in the night

the howling of the owls

the chitter chatter of the grasshoppers

the silence of the night

the enchantment was always magical

with you around me, cuddling me in your arms

I could gaze the stars all night …

the way you held me in your arms

the whole world became a night garden to me

lit up with billions of stars surrounding us

showering all the blessings on us

let our love live forever….

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The Window

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As I sat near the window

browsing the outside world

from the small browser I had – my window

the world was unique from there

I never knew that I would fall in love with that small opening

in the mornings, the window opens me up to the bright sunlight

in the night it brings me the public that is off to sleep

and it will be just me and the night

the night ..with all it beauty

overlapping my thoughts

the window became the world to me

the four borders encapsulating a beautiful world in it

as if my window was the painting on my wall

which changes its pictures daily

it had sorrow, love, pain and happiness

every colorful was life captured in it

and gifted to me

As I sat and watched it forever

penning down my thoughts as I see them

hoping that one day I would be a picture in it too

the window showed me different phases of life

the hardworking, the idle, the old, the young and the newborns  

every individual had a story to tell.

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I love the nights….

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Night is always young

the view outside my window was the prettiest

the plants lit up by the moonlight

the sands shining like silver in the bright moonlight

the stars twinkling up in the night sky guiding someone who has lost their way

the beauty of the night was augmenting

the beauty of the nature in the moon light was impeccable

everything had a silver taunt

the fireflies made the grasses more attractive ornating them with their golden light

the night owls echoed giving the night a provoking touch

I loved the nights, the darkness always attracted me

It was like my soul – deep and hidden

as the day sees the unreal me, the nights knew the real me

the nights were my companion in sorrows and happiness

the nights stood all along, giving me enough time to revive

the nights fulfilled my dreams

the nights taught me to love the darkness

I loved the ambiguity that a night brings in one’s life

an uncertain day ahead that was unpredictable

I wanted to soak myself in the darkness and shine silvery like the nature in the moonlight

And in the dawn wake up in the misty land showered in dew drops

the purest form of water

I wish I was the night who can comfort a lonely soul….

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Loneliness- the key to your soul

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The silence was filled up in the air.

She moved out of the bed, slowly floating in the darkness, her breaths were controlled.

She took each step out of the bed with caution, she freezes her anklets and her bangles, so that none make a move before she thinks. She kept a pillow beside her adorable kids to make them feel better.

Slowly moving to the quieter music of the night, where she could hear only the buzzing of vehicles from the distant roads and some honks. It was not a peaceful night, though, she could feel the breeze that was brushing her hair and the coldness under her nose.

It was the time, the time she loved being lonely her ‘me time’.

There was a time when she hated loneliness, she felt the need for some oxygen then. It was the time when she felt she was horrified by being alone and her thoughts were crumbled, diverted and she felt lost.

And now she fell in love with the loneliness, the vacant spaces never bothered her. She opened up the window, gazing the early morning sky, succumbing the freshness in the air. She wanted to be free from all the tangles, set herself ready for the whole day. She felt the breeze caressing her, comforting her as if nature was fondling her.

She let herself loose, in nature, feel the romance of nature.She gulped in a large volume of air, feeling the need to be full early morning.

The moment of silence was speaking more than words could.

She felt better, with a good conversation to her heart. She enjoyed it.

Loniless was never creepy again. She was in love with it.She wanted these quiet moments every day to feel better and stronger. The more she missed talking to herself, the more she complicated things.

There is none better than yourself to talk to at times.

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Me and my dad :)

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The cutest thing i have ever seen in my world is the bonding between my lil one and her dad. 

Its so beautiful , she being a daddy’s lil angel. However they grow, it will be the same .I too love to be with my dad .We speak a lot about my aspirations, my dreams , and many more. 

My lil darling waits for her dad to come home , before she sleeps, other day when I put her to sleep ,as he might be late from work, she kept on asking me why he was not coming mama ? why is he late ?? and many more questions . She waits near the door , waiting for the slightest  sound of the door opening or even his footsteps  and her dad entering into the house, where then, she can call out me saying that her ‘dad is home’.She keeps on murmuring to herself about him and drifts to sleep. 

The moment  he enters the house , if he finds her sleeping, he comes and give her a sweet kiss on her forehead ,and of course,  he will be missing his time with her.

If she is wide awake ,then , the enthusiasm  she shows is like a stimulus for him , to which he responds , and  they both starts to play around and I keep watching them. Its like he initiates everything to play with her, but due to tiredness he cannot proceed more and she will be like more energetic and wants to play with him ,even if it for the whole night. 😉

Earlier whenever I ask him to take her out alone, he used to panic, as if I asked him to face something dangerous. But now things have changed , he feel bad, if he doesn’t take her along.

Its so special to watch them , play together, eat together and cuddle together. At night , however she pushes him almost out of the bed. 😉 I wonder , when he might fall out of bed. 

 

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