I close my eyes tight to commence my imagination on welkin...
I start off speedily..!!
The bubbly clouds carries the expired souls swiftly and releases nearby the heavenly door which eagerly awaits their entry through sprinkled petals..
Stepping into the picturesque mansion
located within the azure..
The souls feel mesmerized and gazes in trance..
The aesthetic garden filled with multi- coloured flowers with species of butterflies impresses their sight,
Never allowing them to regret the death that swallowed minutes ago.
Sitting on a winged throne the Angel politely welcomes their arrival and quickly assigns their simple tasks.
They need to water the garden regularly,
timely pick flowers, finely decorate and promptly worship lord,maintain the surrounding clean & tidy, perform prayers, dance & sing and entertain the doomed souls who resides along with them.
Hurriedly I wake my eyes to visualise everything in front of me.
Utter flop to be ..my vivid imagination hastily ends with this.
2-6-2020
~DEEPA~
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Ignorance begets ill choices,
Going against your inner voices,
Not realizing what lies ahead,
Only create being hopeless instead,
Reduce the sum of a valued life,
An unsure find leads to further strife,
Now in the dark as you contemplate,
Causes that be, made you in this state,
Exact your life towards a remake,
Carry hope, that it be a mistake,
Aggressive tumors is malignant,
Use the time to further the treatment,
Stay with the course to better oneself,
Engage your mind to a better health,
Caught in time, it can be curable,
Anyone, helps make it bearable,
Notable survival rates goes up,
Close family, friends, --none? get a pup,
Entertain the thought of going home,
Remission, hope's gift that is welcomed.
05/29/2019
Such a interesting word
Transcending in nature.....For Some
Lost in a second.......for others
The Naked Truth
Pride or Restitution Will Dress the Day
Simple Choice For Some......Gray texture for others.......
The Emperors New Clothes.......
Trust in you… My greatest love, keeps my heart true… The rhythmic motion from
your love ocean… Creates in my mind the good love notion… Stay far away from
false love potions… For you, your wish may come too… A love fresh, bright and
new… Taste not the dense dark mind stew… Look inside closely to see, she loves
you just like me… Behold the mother and the wife… Wanting unity for all of life…
What I am saying here, great mother holds all things dear… Drink from her cup to
eradicate fear… This is all we need to start the pure love year…
Some of us, though bitter still,
can take an objective look,
and see that shade upon our skin
could cool a jealous rage.
They ponder days far from now
and fear what could become.
Will we wash away the blessed,
or accept the ever unchanged?
To see the group and not the one,
if only we could learn.
The sun made all, intent aside,
but surely not to burn.
In the end may we feel
a bond below the shallow,
but as of now, before that day,
we still are all but a shadow.
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