Unwrap Indian Culture by Abstract Scriber

Credit : Pinterest Shadows dance and play in the silence of dusk. My heart sings a mournful refrain;  I've discovered love but it didn't last forever. A brightly burning flame that cannot be sustained. Oh, my darling, you are as bright as the stars! Your beauty and grace leave me speechless. However, fate has always other plans,  and we are destined to love from afar forever. Oh, how I want to wrap you in my arms. To experience your touch and taste your sweet embrace Tragically, it looks that our love is outlawed. As a result, I've had to make peace with your fleeting glimpses. I n my dream, I see us holding hands.  Living life to the fullest, with no chaos.  But when I wake up, the sorrow of loss remains.  I'm left with only memories of your love, for whole my life.  Our love may be condemned from above,  but my hearts shall remain faithful for ever.  In my dreams, I see your face very clearly.  A vision of love so pure and beaut...

The lady you meet has something to fete invaded your mind all day and night, you'll treasure the way they resist, live, and rite still coward enough to praise it in swift! How would you feel, if she tell you a loathsome arch, even hooked you moving there in the dark? often you tried to plug the clouds and smash the sprout, though how you forgot to cite the shout! O' dear, you just knew a winner, whose purity of blood and character is a question of beyond. once abrupted, abused, and even considered as a sinner, still combated, reserved yet respect is prolonged! If you earn and feed, she bleed and bear;  if you are the blessing, she's the boon. you provide and she province! P.S: It's a sonnet poem . Sonnets are short rhyming poems, normally of 14 iambic pentameter lines.

Credit : Google It is a tale of woe, With thoughts of violence in the skull, And a flash of rage in my gut, I saw myself fret every night; Invading day and all through the night, Let me compare you to a scary sinner! How do I hate you? Let me count the ways. I wrap a cape, rush down a street; Those fingers on my breast and warmth on my crust, No, I didn't like it on my venerable body! But your pricks made me do this! Once their scrutiny made me tremble ; I couldn't help but swerve to hell! I idolized being dead; Facing the day with never-ending dread! How do I hate you? Let me count the ways. I lie in bed with ducts that weep. Thinking of your anguish stacks my sights. Whose poverty is that? I think I know. Its owner is quite sad though. Excuse me, I have promises to keep. But Remember my words whilst we're apart. How do I hate you? Let me count the ways. P.S: The title is from an article by Mandira Mitra Reference : ( How Do I Hate Thee? Let Me Count The Ways )

Credit: Google This time my little prayers served, God gave me a cure and uttered "Death" and I stuttered "a yes"! Then my cracked heart was tired to beat, My breaths are suffocated to go on, My body is exhausted to carry out life, leaping in the rain or Burning in glares didn't work; I lost in the sky eventually and was saved! Please Don't ask god; where am I? You didn't ask when I was around, Now I am in a place of truth and reality, But it's desolate without some of you; Life doesn't seem the same, but I am resting in peace here! I am not lifeless yet, my body is just reciting  the truth of the universe there; I am still knocking in your heart And wandering in your mind, I may not  answer you back but I can listen to; fragile things caring you around will prevail me! The clingy annoying breeze will take away your sorrow, The drops of rain will wipe all your tears, The shooting star you stare at will fulfil all your wishes, The c...

Credit: Google Crimson baked dusk was crying loud; don't know whether for losing summer or cheering spring! The tears of the gigantic sky rinsed the scorched leaves, Flooded the thirsty earth, Drenched with abundant exhausted eyes, And Soaked the couples in romance! Meanwhile, I was in solace  and getting damped with my heart breaks;  You walked toward me; stood beside me, Together we got wet but took pleasure in the rain ourselves, My absent tone uttered "what" and Suddenly You snatched my hand; pulled me closer,  And whispered in my ears  " You are more elegant than this crescent moon!" Indeed, we never came together again but  I am still seeking you at every sight I meet, Your exhausted wept eyes, an intense voice,  and that million-dollar smile that hides an ocean of sorrow behind,  Is everything I can remember about you! Then I was empty to answer back,  But this time I want to whisper something in your ears, "Can I catch a glimps...