"String of life"

Colours of rainbow

dissolved in the moments,

strewn in the string of life, 

to form intricate patterns,

with each breath,

spiralling through 

different phases,

while painting life.

-payalagarwal

Day 7

#7daysalspoetryandprosechallenge

Till I breathe my last

 The days awaken

to the sunlit wonders,

sunkissed dreams

twinkle in the eyes,

filling our cups to the brim.

Love overflows.

.

Singing the songs of love,

written with fragrant breath,

the nights surrender

to the raindrops,

hearts entwine,

embracing the 

magnificence

of the moments.

.

When the last song of love,

will be inked with morning dew,

With the last breath,

we'll sing it together,

with heartfelt gratitude.

-payalagarwal

Day 6 #7daysalspoetryandprosechallenge

"All characters are fictitious."

In a novel, or a movie, 

"All characters are fictitious."

flowing out of the writer's pen,

playing the roles 

assigned to them,

Some are felt close to life,

Some seems distant.

.

 In a spur of a moment,

they feel real 

as we sit with them, 

and know them closely.

.

The characters that

influence us 

tells a lot about 

the ongoing trend.

.

We sit, watch, observe

all the characters,

some become our favourite,

some we find difficult to connect with.

We forget they were

just playing their roles.

Their vulnerabilities are hidden

behind the curtains.

.

In this drama of life,

we are assigned the roles,

that we play,

comfortably

In our skin

till the curtain drops.

Time keeps testing 

our strength.

Experiences change us.

The lessons delivered 

are real.

.

Be original

Be real

Be who you are..

Pure and simple.

-payalagarwal

Day 5 #7daysalspoetryandprosechallenge

A wish to live..

When reverberating energies from afar,

throbs in the valley of hearts,

and the river beds are calm and quiet,

floating symbols and omens, 

emerge from the lakes of pure consciousness,

the fire is recognised,

air fills the gaps,

as the galaxies rise in the space,

within.

When life echoes in wilderness,

and soft tendrils awaken on the vines,

A wish to live a life, in gratitude,

gracefully emerges with strong will,

trusting instincts.

-payalagarwal

#Day4 #7daysalspoetryandprosechallenge

"The morning will come again"

When eclipsed and 

obscured with 

unreasonable doubts,

Dark nights seems darker,

Remember...

It all gets better.

"The morning will come again"

with a sunshine glow,

orbiting in the periphery

of hope and faith,

uplifting the spirit,

wrapped with the warmth,

of nature's soothing touch.

It might come 

as a drizzling calm,

with a gentle breeze,

embalming the earth,

and enriching the soil,

with love.

Remember....

It all gets better!

-payalagarwal

Day 3 #7daysalspoetryandprosechallenge

"Caravan of memories."

It all starts with just a thought.

A single word, or a known phrase,

A song, a scene, a journey, even weather,

A feeling of deja vu,

It starts right there,

with anything and everything,

that puts us in a state of trance.

.

One after another, 

memories unfold,

from the deepest core,

like a caravan.

.

Memories

sweet and sour,

Some bittersweet too,

fondly remembered,

or wisely forgotten,

it all built up the life lived.

Moments of past.

chiseled and polished

with tools of time.

.

A life till date,

lived, experienced, cherished.

It all makes sense when 

we look back to see everything

happening in perfect divine order.

 Caravan of memories rush in,

 a bag of mixed emotions

is emptied to be savoured.

Trust the flow.

-payalagarwal

 #7daysalspoetryandprosechallenge

Day 2

Someday, Somewhere

Someday, somewhere,

we'll meet again,

at crossroads,

drenched and drained 

with heartfelt emotions,

singing the rain song.

We'll look into each other's eyes,

and read the scripts 

imprinted on our hearts,

eons ago,

 finding home in each other's soul.

The dreams unrealized 

would burst as tears.

Rainbows would shine in teardrops.

Will you remember me till then?

Until that day, 

I have a little more to pray for.

Someday somewhere,

No one would fight 

for their part of land.

Peace would reign.

It has to start,

someday,

somewhere,

for the earth to become

a better, safer place,

where smiles 

would flourish

on the weary faces,

where I am just a passer by.

How about..right here, in the now?

-payalagarwal

 #7daysalspoetryandprosechallenge

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