Foot rinted sand and the bubbles aside,
The depth of each footstep.
Every walk refreshes the nostalgic memories.
Titled path shows the root of life's journey.
In the thousand micro grains of sand,
And the kerfuffle of the out bursting bubbles
I hear the vehement lines through my ears.
It mumbles more about the journey through life.
I taste sweet and bitter throughout the footsteps.
In the night without stars,
And the sand without the stones,
I wish to wanderlust.
As the eyes blink per minute,
I hope how life is!! And how life could be!!
The smell of every morning tea subtracts the days, hours, and minutes.
Moving footsteps beholds the dark stories.
Life is not a bed of red rose!!
A thorn filled path hardens the perfume of petals.
It also combines the fragile emotions so deep..
In a journey of life,I taste the flavours.
'I and LIFE' is a well titled game,
Beads of memories , speaks in the dark nights.
As every human sleep,I only travel the long road
Stepping the membranes of life.
©Shwetha A
BIO
Shwetha A, is an introverted dreamer also a voracious writer.
She loves to decorate her skills with a vibgyor of colors. With her passion for poetry and skills for creativity, she does believe that she can make a positive impact. Her poems have been published in National and International journals including 'SHE, A PRIZED SOLITIARE', 'A THOUSAND WORDS', 'LOVE IN SUMMER', 'SURVIVORS','BROKEN HEARTS' and also in magazines named ' WEAVER MAGAZINE ', ' HEART LINKS ' etc, which is also available at the print and online zones. She has won numerous accolades, diploma for her skills in writing. She has also been awarded as the poet of the day, poet of the month several times. She has been an active participant in National and International poetic meets.
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