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Some of us experience our world from the inside out. Rising from the deepest depth to the highest pinnacle. That journey is not easy but it is entertaining, it is challenging and its worth.  People would enter you lives making you realize tones of things. Some of it may be wrong and some right. It is the pure circle of life. A thing that was always yours others may contribute to it in making you realize, but only you have the power to witness and bring it out. That power shall last for years to come when you are no more. The memories you give to people will be graceful, vindictive, sullen or painful. Whatever form they may take, they would be yours and you would be engraved on their minds forever. They would remember you when the last half an hour of their bed time will remain. Unless you are a soldier of solitude and prefer to die unnoticed you will keep a mark on people’s minds. Our life is an encounter with perils of darkness. We experience lose and injuri...

*********// PALEFACES //********       They are walking along the Primordial wilderness that is the home of the beasts and nature's miraculous ways. These hunters would start to hunt after the sun begins its detouring journey towards his home of the ancients. Palefaces would slowly crawl down the green bushes with an alert eye for their fiercesome enemies beyond borders ...they are not scared but careful to protect their mighty lands and the untouched treasures of pearls and golden eggs buried beneath the old oak tree rooted for thousand years near the sundering Waterfall. They are walking along the Primordial wilderness that is the home of the beasts and nature's miraculous ways. These hunters would start to hunt after the sun begins its detouring journey towards his home of the ancients. Palefaces would slowly crawl down the green bushes with an alert eye for their fiercesome enemies beyond borders. They are not scared but careful to protect their mighty...

Nature's Dancer: In her home called the Universe, She dances with the magnificent trees, Fluttering, clasping, moving her Hands, She reflects the branches so brown and Frank, The rhythm of the wind entwines Her soul.... depicting mysteries of the enchanting seasons, She dances wild she dances slow for love,  for truth for every Reason.. Amidst the Human minds so ceaselessly focussed, going in coming out and working all hours... She is like that Shadow... unseen, untouched, and breaking the curse. Her moves move fast, scrambling the earth.. The land is her stage ..we are the onlookers.. The skies applaud and shine on her, She stands, she smiles proud and Tall, Reflecting who SHE is amidst us all. ******************************************** Ecrit par, Janaki mehta. ( Meilin Ray )

*Soprano* Pour Toi ! =! When I wish upon a star in the heavens above, I see a face that is a cynosure of my soul, I know there is a staircase leading to its core...  A passage walking to your heart.  A room full of garden flowers that reminds me of your smell  like Hyacinths....like Poppins.. Like that Lillie's swaying in the winds,  Where the tern restless butterflies roam on the petals of your lips,  They dance they sing they flip their wings,  I prepare to migrate down your curve To that beautiful blues of your vein,  Deep in your heart.  Where my life lives on.                                                   Janaki Mehta.                                                  ...

Embrace me in your Godly arms,  As I cry a river of our memoirs,  I search in your soul my love,  A flight of a homing dove....  I paint your face in the morning dew, A crystalline purity among the leaves, I chase your steps breathing hard,  Whereever you Go, I will wave from Far.  A shooting star beckons from the zenith,  A blinding light enfolds my world, I dream of us in a Rainbow so frail.... Promising never to leave again.   🏵🏵🏵🏵🕊🕊🕊🌈🌈🌈🌈🌈🌈🌈🌦🌦🌦🌦🌦🌦 ************                                            +++++Janaki Mehta 

It was a dark nocturnal time. Freezing cold was grabbing the atmosphere into its teeth clenching clutch.  I was pale and frostbitten, walking alone in the path lighted by the moonlight. My hands were freezing beyond pain, and my eye lashes Cudnt handle the snowflakes on it. I clutched my coat tighter around me, and kept walking to a path which either was leading me to a deep forest or a village. The wind grew stronger and stronger causing my steps to get shortened and slower. A snow covered field beckoned its presence in the visage of darkness. I felt a bit relieved guessing a village would be nearer now. The whistling winds were blewing my fragile frame. I was balancing myself with much difficulty while it threw me side to side.  The snow was white against the dark clouds, and my feet were numb with pain. I felt no circulation of blood within them.  Suddenly a strong gust of wind threw me back on the ground, and I fell with a painstricken thud. I was so shocked and ...

BRIDE OR THE GRAVE FLOWER? *Leave me O sun in the darkness of my heart, I still want to wait for that perfect Mirage, That Love beckoning through my hallucinating self, Is it still coming or laughing at my fate? I am tired of waiting for the magic to happen, Afraid my time would be over in less than a second. Come My love hasten up your wheels I am numb shocked and crying with chills. The world doth mock me with its towering glare, How do I bear to their withering stare? I hear your footsteps I wait at the door Wonder if it is just a little while More... Fasten up your pace and take me away, The unwelcomed solitude stirs and sways. Heaven Knows Now How & When.... Would I be a bride or A flower on the grave* *****************************************************                                             JANAKI MEHTA