Mostly in life choice of colours keeps changing with age n’ time.Colours do play a significant role in one’s life;moulding personality,in mood swings and some colours bring good luck for those who believe in.There is no denying the fact that colours highlight our outer personality. I have liked n’ loved almost all colours , but now in the sixth decade of my life I’ve fallen in love with blue. It has the serenity,depth n’ varied range of emotions of an ocean. It covers the whole sky in subtle tones expressing its vastness wherever the eye goes.It gives it’s gentle touch to colourless moving ,flowing waters of rivers,lakes n’ streams. If it’s soothing n’ calm for the minds in summers then it gives warmth of blanket in deeper n’ darker nights of winter in burning coals n bonfires. Since aeons it has been flowing on infinite pages writing history,literature,prose,poetry worldwide .Its the colour of educators and of all education on this earth. It colours my manifold feelings,emotions spreading spectrum of hues .
You might have heard about queen of England You might have heard about queen Elizabeth You might have heard about queen victoria But, You never might have heard about queen of loyalty Yeah there is one queen of loyalty on mirakee. She is my very good friend . A kind hearted soul A very humble personality She likes all, she hates none She cares for her friends A would be engineer miss ramya I wish you a happy birthday dear ❤️. May almighty bless you with good health and prosperity. May almighty shower his precious blessings on you. Live long Stay blessed Think less Sleep more Eat well Keep writing Keep smiling .
victoria has lovely hands, the colour of fresh parchment veins like ribbons and fingernails like polished marbles she doesn't know that she took her mother's vanished beam, and not her father's wolfish grin
they peer at her body like it's a tight rope the ends are coming loose, fraying at the edges
stuck in between two metal poles, they want to hung it up outside the fortune teller's tent she doesn't need a crystal ball to see the days she spent in dread of getting chastened
she holds milky way in her crystalline giggle that leaves splinters in their eschewed mind
on her way to the orphanage, made in the age of steel her legs shaking she can't run anymore she is losing sight her mind swallowing up the steel beams she is no orphan but an abomination who is unwanted and unloved by her virtuous mother & who refuses to accept her atrocious father's evil and cruel deeds
she only fears what she is, a curse child, a rape child to be explicit but you shouldn't say the "r" word
audibly she just wants to be gathered safely in her mother's arms she knows it wasn't her mother's fault she was assaulted and impregnated by her molester but then what is her's?
her father is already in the prison, unaware of her very existence who can she denounce? looking for the answers in the pile of eternal blaspheme