Sometimes I feel Like a maniac , in an asylum , running here and there, rolling in the roller coaster, days are so hectic and above all, monotonous.
Morning bells , and I get up , time for kids to go school than cook for lunch , rushing office , coming back and rush to kitchen . All day same ,Huh!! In the meanwhile I try and take out time to blog . ” I love reading more than writing thats why I dont write regular ” so , as usual started reading the posts .
I read four posts today, one of them refreshed me to the core , that too at One at night, forcing me to write this , felt like writing a poem but later thought just express in prose . As three out of four were poems on love , and the best part all positive . Feeling so happy to see happiness and love around . Sitting beside , filling the gap , knowing the winters , cuddled in arms . All sound so gloomy ,and dreamy . Truth is Dream is my land where I live, live my soul the real me . A virtual World better than life , seemed like love is in air , everyone around me is in love . I am flying on the seventh cloud . 🙂 🙂 another seven .. Seven colours , seven sins , seven notes now seventh cloud , oh it reminded of another seven came to know yesterday , any ways…
Coming back to the blogs and the Poetries. Oh my! All talking about her , her smiles , hugs , cuddles , all the girls are lucky no doubt and so must be the boys to have them ofcourse, Flowers of Love blooming , in the gardens of life 🙂 and air filled with Love .. “Nivedita”
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