Bouquet of epiphanies, collection of intricate emotional nuances and not to mention the sweet but bitter experiences. In the words of my heart I would say these writings are tender bare feelings dusted with flakes of creativity.

In The Arms of Nature



The pleasant breeze touched my head as it graced its way through the forest bed.

A lovely essence filled the air captivating me with a mysterious snare.

Drops of happiness soaked my skin when the rain from the night sky came down washing away the sky's inky tint. 

Weary was I, until I saw the stinging bees borrow nectar with the exchange of mere laughter. 

Happy were my eyes when the feeling of bliss seeped through the fading sky. 

The jiggling tress wiggled their leaves as though wishing the breeze should never cease. 

Felt by nature was my soul quenched of thirst on a whole.

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