The Yellow light🔅

Dim it is; Still it is Like the moon🌙 Shining in the Dark sky..🌘 The light which Is Enchantering💛 The blaze Which reciprocates To the rainy Tuning night..🌠 It adds the beauty To the night, With the spell of a Melanocholy 🔅 –peeli❤

My Rain💙

….. The drops could tell Who she was to me And what I was to her; She loved rain I loved her;💟 And I called her ” My Rain ” Through the window panes She saw rain; Through my eyes I saw her.💓 Her Love was for rain And my life was for her! As…

On a rainy eve..

” Helloooo everyone… Before writing it down I should tell something about what it is. I was turning the pages of my notepad which I write all my poems and stories, and then I came to read this one which I wrote on a beautiful rainy evening.. When I was all alone in my own…

The bright night

The night .. And It’s night ! No longer stays dark. It’s just like the same For her;  from then. Eyes don’t close.. Mind don’t sleep And It’s talking Non ending talks with her And she’s  helpless To herself ! Its just have to listen When no one hears It’s just the need to listen…

A Smile with Memory

I smile…And smile When the smell of memories left behind the lane Cuddles me often With a breeze🍁 The pinch of mist In them makes me To listen to my inner self And to enjoy it..🌸 There lies a magic in them; In the happiness Of those deep memories💫 And the love and light In…

..The Subtle Soul..

  ” The pretty smile She pours out, After the rain ☁ From her tiny eyes Which was known- Only to her..💧 And the weeping hours Which moulded her.. And then the moment Of happiness as a smile 🙂 After she opens up The tale of her heart To her itself..❤ Not to anyone.. But…

Thorns..

..Words you spit Are like thorns Way far and far From the soul. It pricks and hurts, The soul of love. The thorns turns; To swords and- It pricks again.. Again and again Until it bleeds.. Bleeds the blood Of the soul. And there then, The words mould The heart of the soul To be…