First Rose (# Photo Challenge)

Hola Peeps! Hope you guys have been doing great. Finally back here into wordspace after two long months.!! Thou art color, O my beloved! pure as milk white. Thy vibrant love radiant’s the dazzle to turn pale heart, into ambit of colors. these fireflies of dreams await to meet thy life. Regards PratZ This post is extremely special for it’s context and subject. This rose … Continue reading First Rose (# Photo Challenge)

happy birthday my dearest ones.

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MY PRATZ….. Words fall short,I feel blank,because I am not sure if words can provide as an apt medium to describe her.Her care affection,her character personality ,her lovely charm lurking in her voice sets her apart.My bugsie,my sister, my best friend, my best buddy who in spite of her busy schedule and work load finds time for me.Simply every second she… Continue reading happy birthday my dearest ones.

Just wanted to be Loved……

Your warmth, Turning into fire, Burning us, Vanishing our existence together…. Just wanted to be loved, But you left me like a flickering candle, Loosing myself in the dark shadows… Feels like a book, Looking old and crumpled, Filled with your disguised scripts, Written in invisible ink, Just wanted to be loved, Yet left me empty and torn, Unbinding the glue of togetherness … Roaming … Continue reading Just wanted to be Loved……

Wonder Ink

Musings of the past, peek at the feathered quill to plunge into the cobalt waters. Waiting to lash out her overwhelming thoughts. Of the crimson soul on to the empty parchments. She glared down, with teary eyes, like a pearl drilling down, the embedded aisles of theย cheeks, Cobalt turned pearl like tears, Fell onto the papyrus, Soaking and Absorbing the vaccum, Extensive static pressure shredded … Continue reading Wonder Ink

Morning Mist

The cuckoo’s chirp of early rise, The pendulum’s tick tock, welcome the dawn, with nature’s chillum. She snuggled under the blanket, to cover her delicate body, in the fogs, Of the winter mornings, Her body resists, to bid a goodbye to the chilly nights, like a sweet hibernation, and a cozy attire, She succumbed to the weather, to the musical beats of breeze, With fragrance … Continue reading Morning Mist

The ghost within..

Under the quater crescence, she wandered unescorted, in a desolated mansion, made of chipped bricks, appeared to be old and dilapidated, with full grown creepers, hanging on to the new abode.. Lights fading off, As she walked down the dark aisles, forging ahead with fragmented steps, evading trips and falls, on the ramshackle… drapped in long white gown, and held a lantern like a nightingale, … Continue reading The ghost within..

Song 7 : Mohe rang do laal ft PratZ…Going Classical :)

Heylo folks! ๐Ÿ™‚ The weekend and the rains are here! Its the time to enjoy a cup of coffee with a book in hand and soothing companion of rains and music. So this is one song which manages to give me goosebumps in my head. I am a big time fan of Shreya Goshal. Here’s a small attempt to sing this song. Hope you guys … Continue reading Song 7 : Mohe rang do laal ft PratZ…Going Classical ๐Ÿ™‚