Tag Archives: #beauty

The Right Love

Oh my love, the right and last love of my life.
The way clouds start splitting up into small cotton balls and go fading,
giving clear vision of sky blushing with the brightest sunshine to the world,
in the same way you ended all my miseries by coming in, giving beautiful colours to my life.
Waking up with burdens has now been replaced with unexplainable happiness,
as you promised to give me loyalty and your time.
This love is so divine, so soothing, and so blissful.
I’m longing for the passionate feel of being wrapped around your arms;
but it makes me long for more whenever you’re not around.
Hot balls of fire striking my head while you move from me,
adding burns to this fragile heart and taking away all my peace.
This isn’t a let-it-go kind of bond,
but a bond that deserves standing by and accepting the hardest pain.
Wanting to be with you forever could be my only everlasting wish now and always;
I want to hear you breathe, sense your instinct, feel your touch, and completely inhale all the love from your soul.
I just want to scream to the universe about my dreams with you, and stand by you to make all your wishes come true.
Just like how snow pours out slowly and slightly but covers the land fully,
I want to shower bits and pieces of good moments on you and make your life complete.
You make me go crazy, and it’s worthwhile to travel every moment of life with a person like you.

© Yashica Priya

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International Girl Child Day ❤️

Celebrate her importance. When she grows, she builds her own world and learns how to build her man’s world. She is no lesser but much equal to men. Appreciate her sincerity because she is a valuable asset to be taken care of. 💚

Much Love,
© Yashica Priya

At the Beach, Alone

(On an imagination)

Beside the shore, I sat on the beach sand;
I noticed the waves rolling in and out.
The boats were at rest,
and tiny crabs playing hide and seek.
It was such huge sky, I looked up to.
The cold breeze hit my face,
making my hair messy,
as I started building my little mud house,
recollecting a part of childhood days.
With a feeling of a so-called architect,
to had built a cute building,
I see grains of sand covering the watch dial.
I dusted and rubbed them down,
and got up from there.
Whilst taking a few steps towards the sea,
I lifted up my white pyjama a little upwards.
A roar from the sea,
I saw a huge wave rushing near calming down,
and touching my feet for no reason.
It gave me a sense of getting pulled inside,
like wanting me there forever.
This felt to me like someone making me believe of promises,
and getting me drowned alive.
Consciously, I took a few steps back,
with a smile,
believing that I saved myself from an error.
I looked at the watch,
and decided to leave.
I put the sling bag on my shoulder,
and started to walk with mild thoughts on head.
Every step I took away from there,
I kept turning back to see my mud house.
On my last view on that,
all that I saw was my mud house being stamped on by people,
just like how dreams go shattered by mysterious circumstances.
I learnt that wherever we go,
all that we leave are footprints, and all that we carry are memories. :’)

© Yashica Priya