You are that Angel Who I often meet with, In the realm of imagination. You are that Mermaid Who always stay In the ocean of thoughts. You are such a Flower Who eternally blooms In the garden of abstraction. You are like the Kite Who already took off To a distant destination. And I'm still in a Hope, With a string of emotions, That one day you would return.... Winds Of Destiny

Winds Of Destiny

You are that Angel
Who I often meet with,
In the realm of imagination.

You are that Mermaid
Who always stay
In the ocean of thoughts.

You are such a Flower
Who eternally blooms
In the garden of abstraction.

You are like the Kite
Who already took off
To a distant destination.

And I'm still in a Hope,
With a string of emotions,
That one day you would return.... Winds Of Destiny

Pratul

The Winter winds.. Lost last in the love wanderlust.. Fiery tears with the painful heart.. Burned the dreamed visions.. Hope lost like drains in the tunnels.. Time played a stroke midway.. Spring never arrived after foggy Sunray.. Remembering the love ones.. Their love enlighten me like hopeguns.. Can see my bright tears.. Heart beats are fighting fears.. Not always runs on a path.. Should I take a motive bath.. Ready to deal in my life reel.. To create a leek according to my will.. Thanks to whom I want.. They understand and hope they grant.. The Winter winds

The Winter winds

Schizology

Winds of fortune Forty years this man worked Always pushing to the limit Slaving to the grind daily For his job he was committed He was at his wits end recently Living expenses had increased His paycheque stayed the same To say the least he was displeased One day after a long day at work He stopped to get some gas quick The cashier handed him his change He said one lotto ticket he picked His hope had faded slowly away Not in a million tries would he win But soon he began scratching it And after the last scratch he grinned His smile stretched from ear to ear A boisterous woo-hoo hoo came out His card was the winner of a million He laughed and cried and he did shout His worries are all gone now from him His truck , house, loan , debts are paid His daughter can attend a good college All because of a lottery ticket he played ©Schizology Winds of fortune #Winds #Fortune #poem✍🧡🧡💛

Winds of fortune #Winds #Fortune poem✍🧡🧡💛

Winds of fortune

Forty years this man worked
Always pushing to the limit
Slaving to the grind daily
For his job he was committed

He was at his wits end recently
Living expenses had increased
His paycheque stayed the same
To say the least he was displeased

One day after a long day at work
He stopped to get some gas quick
The cashier handed him his change
He said one lotto ticket he picked

His hope had faded slowly away
Not in a million tries would he win
But soon he began scratching it
And after the last scratch he grinned

His smile stretched from ear to ear
A boisterous woo-hoo hoo came out
His card was the winner of a million
He laughed and cried and he did shout

His worries are all gone now from him
His truck , house, loan , debts are paid
His daughter can attend a good college
All because of a lottery ticket he played

©Schizology Winds of fortune

#Winds #Fortune #poem✍🧡🧡💛

Akhilesh Yadav

Breeze is glow , from the anguish of the horizon ...! समीर तप रहा है , क्षिति की अंगडाई ..से...! #winds #breeze #yqbaba #yqdidi

#Winds #breeze #yqbaba #yqdidi

Lavanya Ghodki

In search of the breeze that makes us stuck here like the yin and yang... ©Lavanya Ghodki #Winds #yinyang #Love #InspireThroughWriting

#Winds #yinyang #Love #InspireThroughWriting

A relationship starts with comma and ends with full stop whistling winds speaks alot

whistling winds speaks alot

Bharath Nandibhatla

Oh my dear Wind, You're indeed fortune's child. Sometimes wild and then mild. You are born nowhere, and you die nowhere. And if you stay still, life comes to a stand still. But you only carry, you can never contain. You gift us a beautiful silence, yet you play your endless tunes. Pic Courtesy: Google image. #Winds

Pic Courtesy: Google image. #Winds

Oh my dear Wind,
You're indeed fortune's child.
Sometimes wild and then mild.

You are born nowhere,
and you die nowhere.
And if you stay still,
life comes to a stand still.

But you only carry,
you can never contain.
You gift us a beautiful silence,
yet you play your endless tunes. Pic Courtesy: Google image.
#Winds

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