Parody of creation


  Each day
Our little
Pearl of innocence
Is like a leaf moved
By universal winds.

    By Poetic T

Clouds hovering and lingering over the cold day filled with crevasse of silence and familiar voices were filling the void,
His breath tasted like a combination of weed, scotch whisky and mimosa.

Deep sensation and a tendril layer of fluid like liquid was flowing through her veins and suddenly the crashing waves of his luscious lips drowned her in the sea of love,
Like a scarlet rose with a heartwarming fragrance sweet yet filling mind with fermentation process of love,

Sizzling love is flaming up and filling her with flames of scarlet desires and mixing with the flow of her blood,
Magnetic moment of infra red waves of sea is pulling her up and pulling her out the passionate love is speaking the language of love and web of expressions are glistening the scattering light,

Myriad thoughts are consuming the mirage of imagined moments and colliding with the blood cells and splitting widening the scope of momentary moments,
Mixing with the innocence of thoughts and intensity of mind,
A flawless beauty and evil grin with the disquieting smile is encircling and gripping them,

Wine red lips are dripping and dragging the dewdrops of blood and pulling back each other with a sheer happiness,
Wild temptations are themselves narrating a story of devotion and dreams forming imagination with dripping honey and milk,
Soft yet gentle petals of roses are ascending and awakening the tingled senses,

She is melting in his arms like a fulfillment of tantalizing whiff of desires,
Heavenly and marvelous
To the infinity and beyond the spell of magic is giving rise to incite waves of ocean,wild yet endless.
Delicacy of lips are exploring the lusciousness of mimosa yet tender drill of love and kisses are enticing the moments,

Hooking her up and making her obsessed with the exceptional taste of universal love yet creation of mind,
Slowly and gently;
His hands gripped her and his arms grabbed her waist,
Pressing her towards the wall, whispered the Parody of creation of renowned identity of newly formulated love,

Diving in the elation of intimacy of mind, body and soul,
Love is an illusion of noble mind yet a magnificent illustration.
As he glance at her, the coruscating beauty is forming a curve and molding her into him,
His charm never fails to fill the void of her mind with winding up thoughts yet making her blush and seeing her dancing on the rapturous love is his desire.

His deep caressing and reaching to the back of her and conquering the depth of her mind.
Processed magic of distilled love particles are distillery producing a mash of passion making the heart pound and soul awaken.
Converting and producing the fermentable substances of substrate belongingness and the growing love is making her head over hill,

Distilling and vibrating with the flow of high evaporated energy that is going down through her spinal chord and making her converging yet generating warmth and care.
Releasing her stress and anxieties yet heart desires are exploding like a volcanic eruption and making them high in love.

Wide spreading the magic of wholly matured love through the raving talks and ornamenting to the meadow of heart,
Renovating and retaining the nuance of red and enhancing the taste of lips by exchanging and pulling the luscious lips filled with dew drops of scotch whisky.

Connoting and connecting the knots of love with a zeal of excitement reaching to the peak of higher ecstasy.
Persuading and permitting each other to explore the wildness behind the darkness of souls,
As the treasure is always kept sacredly in the darkness where even a ray of light cannot reach to it.

The fondness of going beneath the depth and outshining the particles of love leading them towards the crush of lips adding infra red magnetic beauty to it.
Slowly and gradually

He grabs his neck to free his twisted fingers through the depth of her hair and allow her to lead the way and his intertwined trail and recognized smile wins her heart
And eventually all the moments becomes memories of unforgettable moments and imaginary imagination.

As her forehead feels the tender flow of love with the lightness of his lips and slowly encircling her again and leaning over her yet now her head is laying over his heart,
Remembering and recognizing the beats of hearts

Gradually, the hovering and lingering clouds are beckoning fulfilling them with a crevasse of silence and familiar voices are filling the void.

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An author


Dedicated to each and everyone of you.

Go through the fleeting thoughts and circumambulate mind of an author,
Immerse your soul deep into the syllabary mind,
Join the stipples with the depth of the words and the arena,

An authors word truly defines the territory and takes you far away from the reality of the fabricated world,
Their shared wisdom is like a canvas to one’s imagination that encourage you to go beyond all the curtailments.

An author’s soul is like the blue agave plant that takes way too much time,
To get ready to be harvested and used in the production of tequila,
The transformation of the thoughts into a well framed words and intact sentences needs all the dedication,

But a Midas touch of ink on the surface of paper fulfills the thirst of all souls.
Sometimes, the dark shadows of memory hold them back,
But, the imagination of curious mind and creative thoughts finds their way back and words begin to rhyme.

The link between an author’s imagination and the coming world is like a forbidden fruit.
A fruit that every heart craves and a drink that makes everyone addictive.
Deep and beautiful,
Like a soothing lyrics of a ballad.

It makes you high in love with your own self by connecting you with the ecstasy of your mind and also provide a linkage to the world.
How soothing, how calming!
As deeper the words go in your mind, the higher you dive in the floating world of spirituality.

A spirit that awakens the creative side and forms an engaging melody.
Oh, how ravishing,
Thoughts seems to be appearing, beautifying the writing.
Ascending and widening until they fills the void,

Then, they seem to fall in a flow to get rid of the criticism,
Beyond the overturned hurdles of the society, opportunities are making their way with reverent hands.

Innumerable dreams are waiting to come true and desires are floating on a white cloud appearing beneath the surface,
Simplicity and kindness are following the pavement of emerging light.

Until when the words of authors will remain obscure to this world,
When shall they mark their entry to glorify beautiful minds,
Allow the burning candles to depict your way out of sheer curiosity.

An authors’ word is the life of this life and the innumerable thoughts have gone through a lot of things.
Over the ages of uncertainty, it’s a conceptual idea of an author that has made things certain and known to humanity.

Their encouraging words that have also felt the pain, but choose to shine to eradicate the darkness from the sphere, now rules the heart of readers.
Knitting poem and knocking opportunity is a way to go.

Tiptoe the memories that hold you back and gracefully notice the spirit within.
Wrap your words in a silken cloth full of sentiments and laid them touch the heart of readers and bring shimmer in their eyes.

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Be happy and keep smiling 🙂

A white horse (Rudraa’s story)

This is so beautiful. I loved the warm feel of the story. I am really blessed to be surrounded by such loving and caring people who not only read my words but also go in depth of my mind. It is a treat to Eyes. Go and read this amazing story.


Sorry. No blabbering for tonight. Here is the story instead.


Shop’s bell rang.

„We are closed.“ The bartender said from behind the wall, but she hasn’t listened.

Rudraa took a seat by the bar and watched at her reflection in the mirror stacked full with bottles. She ran her eyes over the selection of branded drinks like she was looking for the strongest one, something that hasn’t passed her lips yet.

„We are closed. What part of that you have trouble understanding?“ The chubby, bald bartender asked and flipped his white rag over the shoulder.

„I’d like a double Jack please.“ It was almost a whisper she used to address to the man whose shadow passed her by.

„You are one of those, huh?“ He smirked for a second when she looked at him and saw a big TV on the wall – broadcasting news.

For the thousandth time…

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Starry nights, glistening Eyes

Amid the reflection of moon on the bottom of lake.

Stars were moving as straight as hawks 

Curving out at the edge to carve the beautiful evening 

Frail and fair, so delicately balanced the air 

Lumbering upon a thrown of pearl 

Beside the lake, beneath the trees.

The path etched with pebble stone were leading through the velvety petals.

Entangled by lights all around and enlightening to the place that I long to be 

To the bridge, undisturbed by winds where twilight gleams 

Like a melody in Tristan 

Foaming and gurgling into unwavering cavern

Like the shooting stars, whispering and champagne.

Invokes with twinkling eyes and fleeting desires.

A divine touch with magical aura thrills the brain.

Beautiful, enchanting and sublime 

Like a sinking sensation and mellow fantasy.


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Bloggers support bloggers


I hope that you all are doing well.  I am greatful to all of you for your continuous support that has encouraged me to expand my horizon. Also, I have started my blog last year in the December itself so just 17 days are left in One year Blog Anniversary. Today, I want to share the efforts made by one of my friend and a fellow blogger to get published his work. One of the member of our WordPress Community has started his own website. He has achieved the biggest milestone as it takes all the determination and hard work. So, let’s show some love and support to him. Help him to get published.

Join the Dronstad Project ( Patreons Account) and become one of the Patreon to get all the daily updates and fresh stories made just for you by your design. Illustrations, poems, stories and novel snippets are waiting for your eyes. Through it you can also go through the step by step process of carving a story curated by a brilliant illustration and vast imagination. So, have a look at the Dronstad Project and show some love and support to our fellow blogger.

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Love and Peace



The mist in the winter is awning of snowfall,
Snowflakes scintillates the pathway,
Walking in the snow feels like a needle in a haystack,
With uncertainty of the path where it would lead you, one must enjoy the view.
Such beautiful time comes once in a year.
Surroundings gleams and new perspectives leads towards a new path,
Traveling to a new path feels like a new brush sweeps clean.
It’s a vacillation of mind whether to accept and embarrass new perspective of life or to delve in the past,
That is painting your world blue in the midst of the winter.
It’s a creation of an artist that leaves the readers pondering over the notions of a verse and entertain young readers.
Tranquil dreams paints an aura full of expressions and strokes entwine the palette of neutral colors,
Choreography of notions are forming a way towards future,
It’s a soul of a wanderer, a seeker and a writer who is seeking the key to unlock the door,
To pull out the artistic side and pour the colors of winter on the blank canvas.
A layer of tendril trail is the reflection of the future.
Such dilemma is filling up mind with pessimism.
Whether to move forward or wait for the snow to clear the path.
Caught in cold, slowly and passively it is drifting away,
Layers on layers on layers,
Spindled deep in the layers ,
A ray of sunlight is retreating the pathway
Opening ripples inside the hues of pale blue horizon,
It will not remain the same anymore, this hues are changing into bright colors.
This sea of horizon seldom occurs,
And this pathway soon would get covered with sheaves of leaves,
Leaves on leaves on leaves
Leaving behind the darkness, beckoning the bright days, long hours.
Threading the way out of dreary days
Seconds on seconds on seconds,
Making every nanosecond, worth a while.

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He is like a whimsical formed line across the sky.

He is like a shore of horizon turning into a shade of mulberry. 

Oh so luminous and illuminating

Like the extended banks of cloud that grew darker, painted blue on blue, one stroke at a time, into deeper and deeper shades of periwinkle nuance.


Sometimes like a stray wisp of formed hues giving a dazzling view.

Like a choreography of notions.

His mere glance makes a reverberation dance.

Oh, so enlightening and sublime.

Drowning in the depth of his mind is like the waves of ocean and tides that allows free flow of thoughts. 


He is like a stroke of brush that embellishes a sheet of canvas and make it the most enchanting painting ever.

He is a loophole of lively memories that makes everything glow and gleam.

Oh, so lovely and heartwarming 

Like a soul made up of sunset, champagne and kisses. 


Sometimes he moves like a sibilant waves, sometimes like frantic waves.

Or the confined air that makes me lose my way into him.

Twirling into his trail of expressions and fluttering with childlike excitement.

Holding him wildly and adjusting myself  into his arms 

Makes me feel that I know him since sky begin to grew darker. 

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