House of Love

Enclosed by garden
Giggling faces bloom
On the family trees
Aromatic space inside.

Hanging photo frames,
Collage of memories
Solely garnish,
Interior walls.

Unbiased entrance
Welcomes the heart
Lucent windows
Circulate candour.

The house of love,
An elegant place,
Reside and explore,
Cherish and amplify.
©️Aditi Anvita (Anvi).

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Arrows of Anger

Feelings of anger
Are the shot arrows,
Impulsively aimed
At clear and tender
Glossy glass of joy,
Settling at checkpoint
They act without pause
So the wrecked fractions
Reach floor in freefall
Uneasy silence
Invades the essence,
The eyes speculate
Sudden destruction
Ooze out salty tears,
Fleeing condition
They target ahead
Next vulnerable.
©️Aditi Anvita (Anvi).

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Photo by Thiago Matos from Pexels.

Ocean of Time

The time resembles an ocean,
On its surface, I savour the air,
The sunshine and feel humbled,
Much substantial the present is.

I dive deep down to revisit
Integral instances left behind,
And the charms of affection,
I recollect sweet memories.

Close to depth, I recall
A novice in childhood,
Who needed many attempts
To achieve simple stuff.

Bubbles of remembrances,
Deliver courage and positivity,
I revert with an abundance of them,
And proceed to drift ahead.
©️Aditi Anvita (Anvi).

Painting by- Eric Zener.

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P.S.- Before sharing this post, I recalled that I have portrayed the ocean both as love and as time (Maybe that my fondness for the ocean). Do read the other poem too.

Quotes- 12

Continuing the quote series, today I am sharing my quotes related to writers and writings.

The pen is a vagabond among notions, one of which leads to the flow of ink- Anvi.
Feelings of heart and state of mind is portrayed through written piece, its meaning is perception of one’s sense- Anvi.
A poem is not just the words with meaning rather it is wonderfully locked emotions and feelings- Anvi.
Writing is that realm where one has nothing to hide- Anvi.
Who intended to write stories, a new page everyday compiled the book of life- Anvi.
When the ink of emotions seep into the paper, the words become the other heartbeat- Anvi.
I pen down my thoughtful words because they sound more real than the people- Anvi.

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