Greetings

 

Image result for floral water paintHey all!

Its been a tremendously long time, that I have finally mustered the courage to let go off my potentially important but needed for “survival” work to sit here and write again. For myself.

As I tap on the various letters of this keyboard, I feel like I have reconnected with myself,something that had faded due to various life situations and the feel of this, is electrifying. 

Image result for floral water paintThis is for all my visitors, 
May this new phase around the sun, blossom you into a strong and understanding Being,so that you can outflow your force of nourishment to the nourishment of this World!

A Big hug and love to you. ❤

                                                   SAISHABLOOM

 

 

 

 

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Tonight

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Soaked in the perfume of sandal,The air shivers of her bodily scent,
Caressing her coal-black hair,He rests himself on her navel,
She is his “Haven”,
Her hymns of compassion,Is why he breathes in her breath out,
A fortune of realization dawns upon his wounded soul,
Reminiscing the light of love poured by her,
For his soulful tears start drizzling, 
The lightless night receives its gleam,From the realms of her tender aura,
He rises for a goodnight kiss,
Only to realize the celestial beauty she Is,One more time,
Her eyes held the universe of mauve,As her Cheeks yielded the crimson hue,
The thick lashes came from the land of prosperity,
While her velvet skin epitomized the nature of silk,
Breaking into a silly laugh,
He cuddles her face doting with emotions,
And kisses her warm plump lips,Joyfully believing they are only made for Him,
The nightingale greets by and croons the song of union,
His lady-love hugs him tight, 
With a gaze of eternal desire,
Of endless and selfless love,

He remembers this one more time,
For this one last night,
Cause it was his final night,
With her for the last time,
As he does every night,
Beside her photo,

every night. 

 

SAISHABLOOM

 

 

 

 

 

LAND

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They spoke of the “No man’s land”,
with frills of uncertainty,
Courage never made to their throbs,
To adventure the imperceptible,
Yet they gasped for its wisdom,
Hence, started my ride to the chance,
Using the stairs of  trepidation and scepticism,
Through the blows of a harlequin creation,
End of my Journey Greeted,
Unknown to my instinct,
It was the trap to a concrete faith,
The genesis of a paradise,
camouflaged itself as the land of ” No Man”,
Reflection of my self aborted to exist,
For granules of creator surpassed every width,
Contained in full veracity of my emotions,
I condemned the survival of my physical,
In full alert.
Where had I been ?
For my letters of invitation rusted in ignorance,
There is one for you as well,
Hunt before it rusts,
Come my folks,
For you shall know the painting by the divine. 

SAISHABLOOM

 

 

 

A winter sync.

Relaxing by the veranda,
In company of my green folks,
The soft winter breeze,
Swirls a fancy touch on the skin,
The luminous grace unrolls,
And pampers a luxury of warmth,
I witness the drizzle of the Amber hued leaves,
dancing its way down to the final fall,
Sweet chirping greets by,
As they hop in excitement on the balcony sill,
Kids shout sounds of glee,
As they bolt towards the playground,
While I reminisce my own image in their passion,
My silent sighting comes to an end,
For the bell of time and responsibility,
Strikes my sub-conscious,
You see,
 Nature chants a timeless sync,
 Of a meaning so desirable to the human sanctum,
But,
Yet again,
“TIME” challenges “TIMELESS”. 

– SAISHABLOOM

 

 

 

 

TANGLE

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I am the resonance of Emotions,
This Soul,Heart and Mind are its loyal followers.
Logic is a joke in perception,
Always getting extinguished when in situation,
Me could be a healthy fool,
Bashes of insensitivity from folks,
Drips the blood of pain in this poor heart,
I give no return,
For I am the naive in spotted disguise,
Oh! how do I save you innocent Emotion?
The “MAN” is too careless as seen,
As for many,
takes only a Second to ravish the scene of “adore”,
To the conversion of “despise”,
I don’t,swearing on life,
The throb is too weak,
For such a selfish nature,
Loved & Favored has their throne,
Placed within the flowers of Sweet Care,In my very own tender abode,
While several of the related,Will remain in the Dark,
Of the visions of this being ME,
Even when the Breathe I wont own.

 

SAISHABLOOM

 

 

 

FIRE.

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The Source and Destruction,
You are the essence of Creator,
Your Beauty is your fury,
Gracing the eyes by your divine Seduction.
The dance of your mighty postures,
Drools the emotions,
For the taste of your WISDOM.
Oh! Majestic Fire,
Let the explode of your Vehemence,
Culminate the sanctity,
In our Sanity. 

                                                                                                           SAISHABLOOM