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The Love 🍀

The language of love between us is holy and innocent,
as long as we shower this sublime benevolence.
I’m sure going to fall for you again and again,
since you filled the void in my life with immeasurable joy.
I’m blinded by your love, and we’re bonded with fondness, truly and deeply.
I just can’t resist telling you that you’re my everything;
Of all, my genuine goodness and contentment.
To you, I give the whole of myself, because you’re the best thing I ended up with;
a blessing I never had before.
This bond will be unstoppable and uncontrollable.
You’re the sunshine that gives me light,
and the gravity that holds me tight.
I’m your constant and you’re my permanent.
We both together are perfectly awesome.
My desires are very little, yet so strong;
Love me. Love me endlessly!
I’m incomplete without you.
Thank you for being the classic art of loyalty.
Your love proved that there’s a little piece of heaven on Earth.
My real zone of honest happiness,
I love you BEYOND THE END.

With abundance of Love, Joy, and Peace,

Proudly,
© Mrs. Yashica Priya. ❤️

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An Imaginary City. ♥️✨

There is a city, deep inside my heart and in corner of my imagination.
It’s a beautiful place with colourful street light, and pink roads.
Our home is a little stone house,
with cute wooden furnitures and ceramic culinary sets.
Painted in the theme of black and white colours.
We have curtains of solid silver and black metallic balls,
which make happy sounds whenever we slide it across.
There’s a little pond with colourful fishes and two beautiful crotons.
It was a perfect evening to take a walk to the city’s beautiful market.
Little kittens and puppies running around the street corners,
with a layer of rain water covering the land,
and the Love of my life beside me.
A small hut and a old lady selling raw mangoes and amla,
we sprinkle some paprika and salt on it, to give our taste buds a high spice.
Other corner had a man grilling hot chicken tandoori.
Meanwhile, our floral transparent umbrella dripping rain water on the sides,
touching the waist and thighs.
I look above and see the nature spilling it’s blessing on us.
The road looks empty,
just with us and few people taking their way to reach home,
and two sparrows searching for a shelter.
My hair clutch was sliding down, and his watch dial covered with droplets of rain water.
With calmness around, no unnecessary volumes of anything, and his hand holding mine,
we look at each other with undefined smile and love.
There’s no secret in the city,
neither in our hearts.
We converse about all the things we see on the lane, and speak out all the words from heart.
On reaching home, I take my way to the kitchen to prepare his favourite Elachi Ginger Tea.
I pour it in a mud cup, reach him to the balcony, sit on the cushion sofa, and admire rain water dripping down through the roof.
No hiding, no magic, no lies,
but to hold hands, stay around, pull waist, talk about life, and smile together.

An Imaginary City of Love and Togetherness. ♥️

© Yashica Priya

Eiffel Tower, She the Beauty 💌

The highway in the close of day sounded much.

The euphoria of beaming physiognomy added pleasure in bunch.

Taking a walk to the Eiffel Tower,

she checked out to be stunning.

Among the darkest side of the world,

she stood high above all, covering the views in glaze.

With ravishing dazzle and brilliant lustre,

she was grabbing the emotions of million hearts.

As a woodland catching flames of fires,

she dressed up in yellow and multiple lights at the nightfall.

Posing the same way her entire life,

nobody had the lack of concern looking at it.

The firecrackers blasting above her,

she stands like a King without fear.

She is definitely not an abstract,

but absolutely the real smasher.

© Yashica Priya

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

Breastfeeding

(World’s Breastfeeding Week; August 1 to August 7)

Cute little soul,
wrapped inside my arms.
The soft fragile head with fluffy baby hairs,
tiny fingers and toes,
and silent breathe with a raw fragrance on body,
giving me sweet gestures on my lap.
I understand that empty tummy whenever I’m given special glance from my baby.
I eat food to secrete enough milk on my breasts for my baby.
Every drop of milk that I give is filled with enormous love.
I wake up at least thrice in the middle of the night to breastfeed.
I don’t sleep properly but I don’t care,
because all that matters to me is my baby’s health.
I crave for rest but try to push out those thoughts from head.
My nipples become sore,
and ache everytime my baby sucks in milk.
They’re not just milk but a strong magic.
It makes my baby’s skin glow by nourishing.
I wear comfortable clothes accordingly
so that I should be ready to unbutton them anytime when my baby is hungry.
A strong bond is built between both of us,
as we share happy stories at those intervals.
A year so close with my child, and
the warmth and love shared would last for lifetime. ❤️❤️❤️

© Yashica Priya

Old Age

“Did you see my skin?
Did you notice my wrinkles?
I don’t matter to everyone like before.
I rarely get attention;
and sometimes not at all unless I ask.
I don’t run to the kitchen these days,
as I couldn’t do that with this energy.
My joints ache so badly,
but I don’t complain to anyone.
I slip down most of the time,
because I’m not able to balance myself.
I wear a simple faded cotton jacket on my lose skin.
My muscles shrunk;
my hair turned grey;
I started losing my memory.
The scars are the deep wounds inside my heart that nobody listens to.
I still remember that pretty face when I was eighteen.
I have surplus amount of love for my family,
but sometimes I break down as my days come to an end.
I long for peace;
but mental agony of loneliness haunts me.
I want to live so much here forever,
and unfortunately there are a handful of medicines on my table.
I’m preparing myself for the last day.
Please don’t cry when I leave, but miss me at least once sometime.
Maybe when you see my bed empty,
or when you see my walking stick on the corner of a wall,
or when you look at a family group photo,
or when you see my favourite old song.
I love you all.” ❤️

© Yashica Priya

Emotional Blockage of a Single Mother

(Suggested by a friend)

Here’s to a single mother, who is emotionally depressed and mentally getting stronger.
Oh, she is beautiful and simple.
Pretty by face and more beautiful by heart.
Life shouldn’t had done this,
so cruelly.
The hands that’s been holding her wasn’t there anymore.
A sudden struggle with the flow of regular lifestyle.
She’s now the one who wipes the tears of her children when she herself is crying to sleep peacefully.
She wakes up in the middle of night to check if everyone is fine.
She accidentally dials to her husband, and then realises he’s no more.
She doesn’t eat healthy, yet prefers to make the best meal.
She’s killed alive with the sympathetic gaze from others.
Left all alone, to raise her daughter.
She blames herself for no reason.
Something often reminds her of her husband, and she simply wipes away her silent tears before anyone could see.
A sense of a strong soul is always around her.
The passionate presence of their past togetherness.
She loved dressing up in her man’s favourite colour saree, but now she’s hiding them all inside the wardrobe.
“She leads a normal life now”, everyone says.
No I don’t; I really don’t“, she whispers to her heart.
She takes care of an entire family without a support system.
She developed all the superpowers to build a happy paradise.
Is it their daughter’s fault to had missed her Hero?
Maybe it’s time for her to be the woman of the beloved family which her dad always wanted her to be, because she deserves nothing less, now or anytime later.

A feeling of compassion?
No; not at all.
I’m so proud of them.
Both of them are just Angels without wings.
So much love, dedication, simplicity, and hardwork. It surely would pay them miracles and blessings in future. ❤
Few people leave us soon because the world doesn’t deserve good people here. 🙂

© Yashica Priya