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Crumbled pieces.

The crumbled pieces were hard to keep,
Accumulate and you easily give in.

The paradise on the left hardly skipped a beat.
No tremors,no sort of heat.
The eyes weren’t compelled to perspire.
No terrorizing thoughts,no ignition of fire.
Yet,abatement of a human-witnessed.
Silently behind such looks,‘rough’.
Yes,an enameled mortal – left restless.

Truth- an aberrant stuff !

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Also she is a crazy dancer, an ardent cricket fan and a radio FM if hit upon with the same wavelength. :)

94 thoughts on “Crumbled pieces.

  1. Thank you, Sweta, for following my Blog. I appreciate that. I am a lover of Historic places and the History that surrounds my area here in PA. There is much of it. It was what helped shape our Country to what it is today. I don’t always Post about History. Sometimes I post about myself and other interesting things that I may see or do. I think your Home Page is nice. Very different. Just where is the “City of Joy?” Regards, Les

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    1. It’s a pleasure to connect since I too am a lover of such places and have a keen interest in learning as much as I can. Reading your blogs would help me learn. I’m glad to connect hence.
      Also, thank you for the compliment. I reside in a city called Kolkata that belongs to my country India. Our city is also called the city of joy because it holds happiness, rich culture and a beautiful history to look for.
      Stay blessed.
      Best regards,
      Sweta.

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      1. Pareil pour moi, ton blog est vraiment trรจs beau avec des articles trรจs intรฉressants et humains…et toi tu es une magnifique petite femme๐Ÿ˜ƒ…Prends soins de toi je t’embrasse
        Tony

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  2. Nostalgie De Toamna

    Ce adanc brazdeaza chipul
    Lacrimile toamnei
    Si cum scrajneste timpul,
    Cu unghia tacerii,
    Pe sufletul pierdut,
    Aratand cu degetul
    Inima impietrita,
    Ce parca ieri vibra.

    Nici cant, nici vers
    Si nici culoare,
    Nu clatina privirea
    Din trista nemiscare.

    In jur se-nvarte blanda adiere
    A unui Zefir pierdut in timp,
    Purtand pe brate frunza regasita
    Ce-n primavara-i fu’ iubita.

    Cu grija o aseaza
    In timp ce ea viseaza,
    Fiori de primavara,
    Pentru ultima oara.

    Zefirul salta cu putere
    Intr-un vartej semet,
    Se prabuseste apoi
    In cerul plin de nori,
    Ranit cu varfuri de cocori.

    Intr-un tarziu privirea-mi coboara
    Si cautand raspuns in ochii tai,
    Ma pierd pe nestiute cai;
    Oare voi reveni…la primavara?!

    Autumn Nostalgia (Autumn Longing)

    Deeply carving their way down the cheek
    Autumn tears,
    Time scratching marks on the wandering soul
    With the nail of silence,
    Pointing at the hardened heart,
    Seeming to have been vibrating
    Up until yesterday.

    Neither song nor rhyme
    Nor colour zest,
    Stir eyes
    From their sad arrest.

    Dancing around swirling gently
    The mild Zephyr breeze,
    Carrying in his arms the leaf, a sweet recover,
    That in the spring he held close as his lover.

    He lays her down carefully
    Whilst she is dreaming silently,
    Spring rhyme
    For the last time.

    The Zephyr jolts lively
    In a brave whirl,
    And then a sudden crash,
    Among the clouds up high
    Within the crane-tormented sky.

    After all that, down my lonely look I bring
    And searching for an answer in your eyes,
    I roam along unknown blissful skies
    I wonderโ€ฆ will I be here in the spring?โ€ฆ

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  3. De Amor … De Primavara

    Prin ferastra se proiecteaza
    Pe cerul cald de la amiaza,
    Crengile de cires pline de nea
    La fel chipul tau pe retina mea.

    Florile de cires imi par a fi
    Zilele fericirii noastre,
    Cu petalele fiind ore din zi
    Bobii de polen ar fi minute,
    Sant si secunde, dar nevazute.

    Din muguri fara vesmant
    Te-nalti, luandu-ti avant,
    Pe o boare de vant;
    Desenezi pe cer inele
    Cu zborul unei randunele,
    Ce tine aerul in aripile sale
    Ca obrajii mei in mainile tale.

    Intrebi prin glasul unui scatiu:
    De ce nu vii?! Tu nu esti viu?!
    Raspunsul, codificat va fi
    In culorile florilor care le stii,
    Si are forta firului de gazon
    Ce rupe pamantul batatorit,
    Dintre trotuar si gardul de beton.

    Nu te lasa inselata
    De praful de pe firele de iarba
    Vantul poate oricand sa le stearga;
    E ca plicul acestei scrisori de amor
    Pe care-l rupi si-l arunci mototol,
    Grabita sa vezi printre randuri
    Chipul de care ti-e dor.

    Of Love … And Spring

    Out of the window soaring high
    Against the noonโ€™s balmy sky,
    Cherry tree snow-covered branches
    Just like your face on my retina blanches.

    The cherry blossoms seem to be
    The days of our wonderful glee,
    The petals as hours
    The pollen drops minutes serene,
    And there are seconds, too, but unseen.

    Gushing from buds, sweet and bare
    You take wing in the air
    On the breeze of my stare;
    You draw sky-scraping rings
    On soft swallow wings,
    To caress wind and calm
    Like my cheek in your palm.

    You ask, through a tarinโ€™s sweet trill,
    Why donโ€™t you come?.. hope you will!..
    The answer.. encrypted will be
    In the colours of flowers, youโ€™ll see,
    Having the force of the grass,
    Inching its way through the ground
    Or through the sidewalk to pass.

    Donโ€™t let yourself be deceived
    By the dust on those blades of grass
    The wind wipes it away in its dance;
    Like this love letterโ€™s envelope, which you tore
    And threw away carelessly,
    In a rush through the lines just to see
    The eyes of the one you adore.

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