Nature’s Lap

Ebony rocks bearing streaks afresh
Amidst varied shades of green
Under the blue expanse
Tiny streams gurgling
Trees of Banyan and
Gulmohar tangerine
Lushness of the meadows
Cows grazing in vicinity
Of clouds that have gathered
To shower their blessings
Its indeed a beautiful day
Ornamented with pleasant
Cool breeze
As it caresses my face
I continue to sit
In the lap of nature
Suffused with the energy
That surrounds.
~Shambhavi

Season of hope

With leaves crimson red
Flowing past us,
Fallen detached on the ground-
Amidst the leaves green and crisp.
Reminding us of the undeniable
Fact of life which is often forgotten-
We must never lose hope!
As the leaves turn red,
they fly away
Leaving space for new ones.
This is the season of hope;
Let the light of hope and faith
Illuminate your life forever.
~Shambhavi

You’re home to me

I have muttered those words
to someone;
Well, I never heard it back.
I guess we all traverse the roads
that are not connected to
the path of our destiny.
Living in the present
I guess we all try to forget
the words we have uttered,
the words that we have silenced
and the word that are yet to be said!
That’s life I suppose-
Between the world of words and that of reality.
It’s like, we never see it coming
what’s best for us, which eventually
is given to us.
We need to have some faith, as
there’s the best of everything out there-
Just for us.
~Shambhavi

Angel of Christmas

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I wouldn’t lie, I haven’t been around for quite a while. I didn’t stop writing, well, I’m not very consistent but I have been writing.

I was watching a movie today, and it kind of revolved around old letters and old star crossed lovers and Christmas. I was intrigued, that movie literally gave me goosebumps and inspired me enough to write a post today. 👼🎅🎄

I love Christmas, the spirit, the festivities and that we forgive ourselves and everybody else, and actually that’s what matters the most. ❤

Well, going back to the movie again, it gave me some insight and I’m not so sure what I’m expecting from all of you. But, I would like your thoughts on this one:

Would you like to leave your writing behind in the form of letters, blog posts, poems written on rough sheets, basically our work of art, I would rather call it our life on the paper for people including our future generation to read?

I would like to throw another one up in the air:

Would you all like to write everything down as in like a confession note stating everything on your mind sans modification?

If yes, why? And if you have denied for either of the questions, if so, why?

I apologize for a very out of the blue question but may I remind you, I’ve written this post after a very long time and this question is nagging at me. It will be great to share this dilemma with you all.

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Lots of love and sunshine,

Shambhavi

P.S: Forget me not😋

That feeling

I guess we all have those days, when we are mesmerized by the feelings that touched us once and then again making it’s way into our body, flowing in our blood. That’s love.❤

Enjoy the adrenaline of love that ceases to decrease. 😇😇

Have a great day peeps.🙋‍♀️

~Shambhavi

STARRY SKIES

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Laying on a bed of sand,

Ever-changing patterns

Of the crystals that guard-

My body, my soul.

Every time I move,

I yearn to leave an impression

On the world that I call my own.

My shadow has departed

Enabling me to revere

Every single memory

Uncloaked and bare.

I still lay amidst the grains of gold

Cautiously eyeing the

Glistening moon;

My lamenting heart

Attempting to contemplate the-

Synchronicity of my imprudence

And tribulation.

The gurgle and lashing

Of the waves

Echoing in my ears,

Leaving no stone un-turned

To mask the thudding of my

Reckless memories that are rushing

In my mind that remains clogged

And misted and numb.

The wind blowing kisses

To my soul that lay bare

Exposed and vulnerable-

To the audacity of fellow humans

Dancing in my memories

To a tune of their own.

The sky is studded

With resplendent stars

Simulating the flicker of hope

That illuminates my soul

Every now and then.

And here I am

On a bed of sand

Fancying for this

Comforting night

To never end.

-SHAMBHAVI

Among the wildflowers

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Between the lines
Under the starry skies
Among the wildflowers
Along the waves
In the arms of nature
Kissed by the rising sun
Embraced by the breeze
I lay beside you
My head on your chest
Our souls converge
On the land of serendipity
Holding our souls
Is the promise of eternity.
~Shambhavi