It starts like this

 It starts like this

In moments when fate takes its sweet twist,

A tale unfolds, and it starts like this.

With whispers of hope in the morning breeze,

New horizons awaken, eager to please.

It starts like this, with a single spark,

A glimmer of passion that lights up the dark.

A dream takes flight on wings of desire,

Igniting a fire, setting souls afire.

In the heart's chambers, a melody plays,

A symphony of longing, in tender ways.

With every beat, a new chapter begins,

Unfolding a story that the universe spins.

It starts like this, with a timid glance,

Two souls connecting in a cosmic dance.

Eyes meet, and hearts skip a blissful beat,

Love's blossoming magic, so bittersweet.

With whispered words and heartfelt vows,

Promises etched on the sacred boughs,

A journey embarked, hand in hand,

Bound by a love that forever will stand.

It starts like this, with laughter's embrace,

Creating memories, leaving no trace.

In joyous moments, friendships are born,

The tapestry of life, intricately woven.

Through trials and hardships, we find our way,

In the face of darkness, we seek the light of day.

It's in the struggle, strength is revealed,

From wounds, we rise, resilience unconcealed.

It starts like this, with a dream in the soul,

A burning desire to reach for the goal.

In every endeavor, passion's the key,

Unlocking the door to the greatness we see.

So let it begin, this tale of ours,

With hopes and dreams like vibrant flowers.

For life is a journey, with twists and turns,

And it starts like this, wherever one yearns.

Scattered dreams

 Scattered dreams

In the realm where dreams are born, they take flight,

A tapestry of hopes, sparkling with delight,

But sometimes, alas, they wander astray,

Scattered, fragmented, in disarray.

Each dream a star in the midnight sky,

With infinite potential, soaring high,

Yet life's tempests, like a gusty wind,

Can scatter them far, leaving hearts chagrined.

The dream of a poet, to share heartfelt verse,

Now lies in fragments, a poetic curse,

Words lost in the abyss of forgotten thought,

A masterpiece uncreated, forever sought.

A dream of love, once tender and true,

Now scattered whispers, a love lost in lieu,

Promises broken, like shards on the ground,

Leaving emptiness, where passion once found.

The dream of an artist, to paint the sublime,

Colors now scattered, lost in the sands of time,

Brushstrokes unfinished, a masterpiece undone,

Leaving the canvas barren, devoid of sun.

Yet amidst the chaos, a flicker of hope,

A chance to gather fragments, no longer elope,

For scattered dreams hold untamed power,

To rebuild, reshape, in their darkest hour.

From the scattered debris, new visions arise,

Dreams entwined, reaching for the skies,

With determination and a resilient heart,

We gather the pieces, refusing to part.

In the tapestry woven from scattered dreams,

Beauty emerges, like sunlight's gleams,

For dreams, though scattered, are never in vain,

They ignite resilience, a soul's vibrant terrain.

So let us gather the fragments, one by one,

Stitch them together, till the task is done,

For scattered dreams can create a masterpiece,

A testament to the human spirit's release.

The first Ray of sun

 The first ray of sun

In the early morn, when darkness still prevailed,

A glimmer arose, a tale unveiled.

From the eastern horizon, a golden hue,

The first ray of sun, breaking through.

With gentle grace, it pierces the night,

Dispelling shadows, bringing forth light.

It kisses the earth, touching every face,

Awakening slumber with its warm embrace.

Through curtains and windows, it finds its way,

Dancing on walls, like a painter's display.

A beacon of hope, a promise anew,

The first ray of sun, breaking through.

It bathes the world in a luminous glow,

Nature rejoices, a radiant show.

The flowers bloom, the birds take flight,

As daylight emerges, banishing the night.

The sleepy trees, they stretch and yawn,

Savoring the warmth of the sun at dawn.

The rivers shimmer, reflecting the sky,

As the first ray of sun whispers, "Goodbye."

For as the day unfolds, the light will grow,

From dawn to dusk, its brilliance will show.

But in that moment, when all is still,

The first ray of sun, a magical thrill.

So let us cherish this celestial sight,

Embrace the dawn with hearts alight.

For with each sunrise, a new day is born,

And the first ray of sun brings hope reborn.

Feelings of a girl

 

In a realm of emotions, I find her there,

A girl adorned with feelings, delicate and rare.

Her heart, a symphony of whispers and sighs,

A tapestry of colors that paint her skies.

In the depths of her soul, a universe unfolds,

Where passions dance and stories are told.

She holds the moon within her tender gaze,

And dreams of stardust in the darkest of days.

Joy pirouettes, like sunlight on her skin,

Her laughter like music, a sweet violin.

But beneath the surface, a tempest resides,

With storms of sadness and turbulent tides.

She weaves her thoughts into threads of verse,

Expressing the depths of her soul's universe.

Words spill like raindrops upon a page,

Revealing her fears and hopes that engage.

Love blossoms within her like a wildflower,

Nurtured by dreams in the midnight hour.

Her heart, a prism, reflecting love's embrace,

Yearning for a connection, a tender solace.

Yet, vulnerability lingers in her tender smile,

Guarded by walls that stretch for miles.

For she's been hurt, her trust once shattered,

Leaving scars that whisper of battles fought and scattered.

But despite the scars, hope remains,

Kindling a fire within her veins.

She rises from ashes, a phoenix reborn,

With resilience and strength, she's adorned.

So let us cherish this girl, her spirit untamed,

For she's an embodiment of feelings unnamed.

In her vulnerability, she finds her might,

A beacon of light, forever shining bright.

One sided love

In shadows cast by moon's gentle light,

A tale unfolds, both sweet and contrite,

A saga of hearts, unbalanced and free,

Bound by the chains of one-sided decree.

A solitary soul, a lover's lament,

Longing for a touch, affection, intent,

But destiny's hand plays a cruel charade,

Leaving one heart to wander, dismayed.

Unrequited whispers, unheard, they fade,

The depths of emotion, in silence, they wade,

One heart beats loudly, while the other remains,

In a realm of indifference, where love wanes.

The admirer's gaze, a delicate art,

Memorizing moments, etching them in heart,

But the beloved's eyes, they never return,

A symphony of longing, destined to yearn.

Every stolen glance, a treasured treasure,

Unseen by the one who brings love's measure,

The giver of affection, a selfless soul,

Revels in a love that remains untold.

Through seasons of hope, and seasons of pain,

The heart persists, though love seems in vain,

For even unrequited, love's flame does burn,

A testament to passion, to lessons learned.

In the depths of unreciprocated desire,

Blossoms resilience, love's sacred fire,

For one-sided love is a testament rare,

To the depths of our hearts, and the courage we bear.

So let us celebrate these souls, unbowed,

Whose love, unreturned, forever allowed,

For in one-sided love, we find strength anew,

A tribute to hearts that dare to pursue.