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Write with me
So you can come fly with me
It’s the ultimate key
To this worlds sorcery
The blue sky, dotted with white clouds
The sun, in its last lap of race
The slanting rays gleam in crystal glow
Their beauty to the earth they bestow

As I stand and watch this lovely evening
I experience an inner glow of a deific kind
Elegant colors flow and fade
As the sun paints a paradise before me

The river lies arched like a lunar crescent
In my ears falls the sound of lapping waves
As she winds her course through verdant banks,
She speaks a language I can hardly understand

Without pause, she moves on relentless
Eager to join the ocean’s devouring embrace
Scripting the songs of her arduous journey
And chiming her anklets in soundless rhythm

There is a divine sweetness in the air
My exhalation blends with the cool wind
That whirs softly humming a mild tune
Birds get ready for their evening symphony

The twilight smiles and sends the sun away,
Obscuring manifold vistas near and far
Night quickly spreads its dark wings
It's time to make a move, homeward....!
A real experience ...... !
The girl with specs
Sat on the window seat of the bus
From a big fat book, she read
Half finished, book marked
Peered through the curtains of the air conditioned bus, cold
Outside the sun smiled
She looked up and found the bridge above
Weaver of dreams, she wished for stories


🌿🌿
Was inspired by a ******* the bus
I happened to catch a glimpse of her while
in the passenger seat of the car

Windows at a glance
already running in circles,
still care about drawing lines.
Maybe humans found a way out of their humdrum existence through the division of anything and everything.
But that's not even the worst part.
Unfortunately, it seems that humans never learn and the loop goes on.
art, in any form,
helps deal with what is real,
an escape to a euphoric place
a way out of the sacrilege
that we now call living.

words can't often do justice
to such a beautiful place,
for even the love songs fail
whenever we embrace.

maybe the world is darker now
than it used to before,
maybe we have now raised our voices
to speak up,
our beliefs and fears
all out there
in the open now.

the world was as pure as the canvas before,
now that we are painting it
without ever knowing
if we will finish it,
tricking ourselves into thinking
we hold the brush
and decide the strokes
we decide,
our humble abode
rather than fearing
a loss of control
the world,
it is out there
for us to feel
as it has always been
through time,
an inviolate home
for those with beauty in their eyes to see.
Today, I woke up with an appreciation of art and how it helps give meaning, make a connection and save lives.

We all have an artist within us, just a matter of the medium of expression. I'm agnostic, but sometimes I think that there is a higher sense of purpose for every one of us and it can be shared through the art.

This one is for all you artists out there; never stop creating!
 Dec 2020 Jayantee Khare
Seema
Vibes
 Dec 2020 Jayantee Khare
Seema
When the days grow dark and ugly
And the nights become long and lonely
Your thought brings in a flint of light
For a little moment only

When there is nothing to hold onto
And all the faith, starts to lose control
Your smile brings in hope
If I just lift my head and call

When the tears won't stop rolling
And the heart aches and weighs heavily
Your warm hug gives me assurance
For the weighness disappears easily

You seem to be a true magician
That has put my heart and soul on sail
I don't know how to thank you
But I know now, I will not fail


©Seema Sen, 2020
In a world full of locked doors,
You hold the key to mine.
My younger innocent self wrote this about an ex.

Now I'm older and wiser, or am I?
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