Author: Pooja Mandla
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Kindness #Envelope Quintet
Your kind words are the rays of light That evaporate the drops of my misunderstanding Calms my little heart The warmth in the soul is shining I clasp your kindness in the grip of my soul so tight *** It imprints in the memory of my fond As your kind words plunge deep into my…
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Icy-affair #Haiku
Crystal ice contour, Cascaded frozen eye-pearls melt with intense love ** Frosty silver sheet Fidgety sky, crisp winds tell the secrets within. . Pooja Mandla Image Credit: Pixabay
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Hands of my Mother #The hands of my mother
I think of her, my vacuum fills, with pellucid space I feel that; my angel guards me with strength and grace Blessings always I get from the hands of her A holy tie bounds me close to her when I shudder An epitome of love she has been since the day I was born She…
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Graceful Starry Night
Under the starry scarlet of the shimmery sky, She laid on his cozy lap, her spirits high That kindled tender flame within, a caring grace did reign When he warmed her heart with his embrace that erased all her pains Overwhelming emotions inside, Whereas enchanting surroundings outside. Peace came unfurled seeing the moonlight That united…
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Frustrated Harry
There was a man named frustrated Husband Harry Getting burnt food from his wife became a mystery With honey-coated words, he extracted the reasons, Few SM groups were her new obsessions So to avoid the arguments, became a home-chef he, poor Mr. Harry Pooja Mandla … *Limerick is fun and a five-line poem with the…
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Equality
Aren’t we all made of the same clay? From a fragile shapeless thing we come, one day The same obscurity we come from, The same flesh, the same red flows in everyone We are made with love and light beyond any dualism Then, why is there any comparison? When we all are to blend in…
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Drenched Souls #Cinquain
His love Moistens dry days The Pitter-Patter shields Sprouts a love flower in her heart Souls drenched Pooja Mandla . *The American cinquain is an unrhymed, five-line poetic form defined by the number of syllables in each line—the first line has two syllables, the second has four, the third six, the fourth eight, and the fifth…
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Connected Forces
Connected Forces Day3 Think surreptitiously,Omnipotent is every single moment, Connected with the forces unknown, potent. As connected; the day and night, on the wings of twilight, The night creeps slowly towards the day bright Everything’s connected or ended for the new beginnings For explicit reasons to play the life’s next innings. Pooja Mandla Image Credit:…
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Benevolent Author
#The Book of my life Today, I behold the book of my life, All I thank my benevolent author for its beautiful design The table content is still in the process But, whatever chapters have written so far, Been filled with love, passion, and emotions. .. While flipping, I come across some tender and colorful…
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Artoonsinn #Tanka
Oh Artoonsinn home, You give the warm admissions, To my lost musings. You certainly have unearthed, My hidden desires &passions! Pooja Mandla Image credit: Artoonsinn FB page
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A new dawn for a purpose
The sun blooms and wins over the darkness of the sky, The day unfurls her crimson wings across the rich blue, And canopies over the stretched meadows Embracing the green blades of turf And makes my dew drops smile. The pellucid light from heaven Strews the warmest hues, Illuminates the water blues The golden orb…
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If I could operate the Time machine
#Rewind #If I could operate the time machine… If sobs could build a bridge over my eye pearls And memories could become the torch Then, even in vagueness, I would go to heaven above, And snatch you from him and bring you back I would learn to operate the time machine to rewind And I…
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Rain Mania
Rain Mania No cold air from many days; My words fail, thoughts dry up, vision goes blurred I yearn for sprinkles of your emotional rays My parched soul only gets moistened with your touch My every pulse-beat-vein is addicted to your drizzle I wish I could tell you how like the rain you are to…