Precious Trust

All Credits: Teddy ©
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Some dreams are a journey,
To a place which never sees the end.
Asking for the thirsty embers to stay,
And be the twilight of the night.
When the burning strings of the pearl sky
become the home of all innocent quills,
Nothing can pierce a heart that can weep,
No scream of the eternity can let it sleep.
Oh! Holy trail left behind a wandering lust,
Which says, “Moonlight can wink and blush”

Some thoughts can weave parting songs,
And some reasons never see beyond the hug.
When tulips found the rose stranded alone,
No more a bleeding soul found the crying crimson.
Then like this, lashes of water on the cliff-side
left marks of an ocean with the scattered tide,
A letter written to the golden skyline saying
“Some dreams are just a journey to a place which never sees the end”.

 

-Teddy ©

 

Beauty Is In Freedom

Life is hard. We all are tied to responsibilities we can’t ignore. Reaching the pinnacle of success is what we all yearn for. But in this process we fail to realize what is beautiful. Beauty, as  now in the society, is synonymous to being attractive and popular. And all these beauty hardly reflects the spirit of a human being. The liberation of a human heart from all sins and prejudice is the truest definition of beauty.

 

Water flow in reminisce sorrow,
Spool ticks in waves of noises,
the beauty folds in the sleeping sight
Tonight the sun rose again,
devoid by the winter winds,
when the stars found their light
in thee eyes.

Embers of paradise found thee,
where the sun rose in farthest dreams
No life born without love of thee
for what brings hope, hope to fly,
Blooms in eye of thy octave,
Serene hues brought us to unite
And ignite flames of our soul.

The bellow jasmine streams
a love in tune with the wings,
a feel of miles tide
screams fall down below,
tied to the stars in sight
yes beauty is in freedom!

  • Teddy ©

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Work of Wet Art

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Gift of myths aroused with the colors,
Of old and forever waves when came home,
Lost in the arms of tide, lost with the love,
Reading with the sigh of those storms screaming.

Lighthouse waiting for his bride in peace,
Counting the countless rainshowers,
Waiting for these splashes to know how,
How a half broken fire light up the whole sky!

Alone, guiding the water to every tears,
A whirlpool of silent cries lived the shores,
Some hanging petals of lust reaching the depth,
To be the evening on every forgotten eyesight.

Long were the arms craving to be touched,
The other broken wishes burnt with its fire,
Never a step taken away from these curses,
The sea softly doused the beach to its peace.

-Teddy ©
Photo Credits: Internet

My November

All credits: Teddy ©

My November
Just remember,

Your absence is what can make noise,

Feeling of being lonely is a living carcass,

This pain has ignited the unknown,

Remember, someday I will be home,

And my days will kiss your embers,

You will love the Jasmine that never bloomed,

Remember, someday, my memories will be yours,

And you will be mine November.
– Teddy ©

Empty Without

Utterance of raindrops,

To fondle with the lips of mankind.
A smile sunken in shadows,

Half grieved and other half left to survive.
Among the barren graves lies a truth,

That memories only left to grow with the tulips.
Symphony of every mortal destiny,

Prays to reach heaven without a heartbreak.
The midnight breeze screams and cries,

Weeps for a secret that blows with the November rain.
The secret that summer sky is empty without the clouds,

And the raindrops, empty without the lips.
-Teddy ©

Flight to Thee

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Credits- Teddy 

Fly on to the infinity,

Fly on to thou lips,

Fly on, to befriend the wild,

Fly on, to tame the beast of midnight,

With the birds, fly on,

Fly on till the ashes burns away,

Come back with the west winds,

Come back with the wishes, but

Till then you fly on, make your paradise,

See the morning dews mingle with the stars,

See thou eyes smile in the truth of our love,

See the goodbye never kiss the twilight,

See the sight, when flight of a million miles

found the rose that waited million miles more,

To the love of a pure soul, fly on,

And stories where lives a smile, fly on,

To reach no nightfall with an empty heart,

For what is emptiness flew on, to thee.

  • Teddy ©