Whispering Thoughts

The morning star heralds a new day, a new beginning. The night surrenders to dim symphony of dawn. The orange cracks paint the serenity at its best. The bright yet subtle, fiery mix of colors, splash across the canvas gradually, making a beautiful sunrise. The birdsongs fill the air, the mesmerizing tune of morning. I wake up to a gentle kiss of early sun. The divine rays, of radiating golden globe, lavish an intrinsic warmth, seeping through the crevices, unseen heretofore. The happiness filters through me, sneaking up silently, and I yield to the transients. I know this is love.

Lend me your tomorrows and may be we will last forever. Let me in and may be we can share every moment of everyday, perhaps even relish, a peaceful ride through the alleys of time, forever cozied against each other. Hold my hand and may we can walk beyond the promised horizons, and explore what lies beneath the veiled mist. Keep me in your heart, and may be I can find my home amidst the pumping atriums and ventricles, lulled to comfort by thumping beats. Let us collect the transients, the ephemeral joys of being together and walk towards forever. Linking with Thin Spiral Notebook :100 words: Forever

In that pregnant swell, Cheerful waves rustled in heart, And whispers were born. Linking with RonovanWrites #Weekly #Haiku #Poetry Prompt #Challenge #102 Birth&Cheer

The moment it clicks, Puzzle pieces intertwine, Jammed in right spaces. Linking with Haiku Horizons: Puzzle

My inspiration, Your name flows forth through my quill, Friend, I miss you so. Linking with Haiku Horizons : Friend

Some bare and stripped bones, striking similarities, till the hollow core is draped in thin skin stretched taut and replications are dressed. Linking with Light and Shade Challenge

I shall always live, Through my words that I whispered, Will you remember? Linking with Haiku Horizons: Remember

A stuffy airless June night, nothing resonates outside, no leaf ruffles, no crickets chirp. Some dreams are being woven comfortably on sidewalks, in soiled vests, mosquitoes buzzing around sweat-stained faces, hands and feet calloused and hearts cauterized with labors of the day; while we perspire, beneath the shade and comfort. And when the weather will shift, cold winds will shuffle the leaves, freezing the veins, and nibbling the fingers and toes, these dreams will weather that too, unflinchingly; while our coats will numb us to our souls. On silent streets, some dreams find happy homes in hearts, while we wander. Linking with Thin Spiral Notebook: 100 words: Weather Linking with  FRIDAY FICTION with RONOVAN WRITES Prompt Challenge #28-A Dream.