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Moment (Free, Psychology, Winter)

 15 December 2022 Unit tests are on the move, and most of the students are absent for preparations. Its Psychology lesson, a small group of girls, a teacher, and me, are moving onward toward the fields to study. All of us sat down over a structure in close proximity. Music students were also in the fields, practicing. The slow melody hummed softly and dissolved in the cold breeze. We were studying under the apricity of the winter sun. Midst of ethereal rays I could feel the tranquillity, the delight. talks were thrown with the wind and applauded with our laughter, a sir had joined us in our Chattings.  The trees were dancing with the winds, and echoes of birds combined with the leaves.     Sometimes, when I feel oblivion, When my eyes get blurry, I can see the 7 colors of a rainbow and different hues of emotions, flowing amid of cool breeze. Butterflies roamed over the yellow daisies. Have you ever felt like you have created a core memory? or Have you ever longed for a moment to last f

Moment (Music Room, Psychology)

01 December 2022  Sardiyo kai dino kai 2 baj rahai hai, hum school mai music room mai baithai hai, bs hum, sameer, geet padhnai wali kuch baachai aur eak adhyapika.     kuch hafto sai manovigyan ki teacher bhi medical leave mai hai yai hamara free lessom hai    ..... surya dev uss chokor khidki sai aai sai jaak rahai hai jai sai unnko bhi yai rag sunna ho, jai sai unn ko bhi in dhawani ki tarango ko sahailana ho sur, tal aur dhun ka aai sa sangam, hava mai bahai raah tha , jo payal ki chan chan, churiyo ki khan khan ko bhi kafi pichai chor diya.  aur hum, aur hum aur sammer apni hi dhun mai lagai  huai hai. Sameer wo sab hai wo hum nahi, aur hum wo sab hai jo sammer nahi. humari acchi banti hai,  hum mahaifil bithatai hai, mahool banatai hai, aur humari aatma apnai aap hi baatai shuru kar dai ti hai.... par iss samai, hum aur sammer kai beech mai bss rag maujuud hai, aur hum apni hi dhun mai, agal bagl baithai huai, padhai kar rahai hai. hava mai sargam bahai rahi hai. surya dev, dhawa

The Writer's Odyssey

 He and Her Her heart was a treasure, he stole it Her heart was a diamond, he broke it Her pride was a glass, he shattered it And now, she is not the romantic pink hues of the sunset, but the grey tint of the sky. The sudden hollow hole between Is taking everything inside Leaving her numb, cold, and quiet Like the grey tint of the sky Not the romantic pink hues of sunset Which now, she thinks, is a lie His life too used to be a garden full of vibrant ponies.. Now It lies barren in the broken field of dandelions.  His life too was like a glistening canvas Now it's wrapped in a monochrome facade For being the sunshine for her, He made himself the dark storm Tears in her calm eyes, Summoned a storm in his heart. and now with everything lying shattered, with broken threads all over time, a flower blooms, a flower of poison, with a hint of love.  ~words flowing in the winds of 'The Writer,s Odyssey'

Conversation (I will follow you to the stars)

 You said :- come and get me. I asked :- what are you trying to test? what do you think I am? I said :- you know I would follow you to the stars, amid dark nights of anhedonia,  only you would be the one I would chase in the meds. We know each other, so I ask you, where would you run off with those little legs of yours? I can always catch you. I can always hold you. I can always be there beside you to help you move onward. little girl, when you ask how far I can go with you, I would always say.......I would follow you to the stars........but just don't drag me with you to the morning runnings, please. 

Let thy head rest over my lap

let thy head rest over my lap let my fingers flow through thy vines let my hand softly pet thy head let us talk tales beneath cherry blossom let us create, midst of the winter breeze let us create, an alluring souvenir of our love. let my lips land on thy forehead  let thyself sleep, as dost I tell tales let our hearts resonate in unison let the swallows sing let the blossom fall as bestow let them fall and form a path for you. let me see thy endearing face  let me imagine thy dreams  let me feel thy breath let us walk, when you wake let us walk on blossoms let swallows sing a farewell song.  A.V