हमें हमेशा वो नहीं मिल सकता जो हम चाहते हैं 🌿

बादशाह शाहजहाँ ज़रूर रानी मुमताज़ महल से बहुत प्यार करते होंगे, क्योंकि उन्होंने उनकी याद में एक शानदार तोहफ़ा बनवाया था, शानदार ताजमहल, जो उनकी हमेशा रहने वाली आराम की जगह है।

और, मुझे आपका परफेक्ट टाइटल, “मुमताज़,” बहुत पसंद आया, जिसके बाद इतने खूबसूरती से लिखे गए शब्द हैं जो देने और लेने से सीखी गई बड़ी सच्चाइयों पर ज़ोर देते हैं।

अपने प्यारे शब्द शेयर करने के लिए आपका बहुत-बहुत धन्यवाद ⁓ रिचर्ड🖌

Thank u 🙂

First, Thank you, I am happy you liked Mary.
Second, and more importantly, that bath sounds soooooo inviting. Yes, Yes Yes! I will join you. But, you must promise to behave yourself. I am a nice boy after all….. er… NOPE, NOT TRUE!!! I will devour you and lick my fingers afterward….. er… wait…. I will rav… er… aaarrrgggghhhh now I’m all flustered. 🤯😎😂

Chère C.,
What a beautiful write!
Love it that you wrote it.
Love it even more that you’ve posted it.
I tried to single out which sentence drew me in.
But I can’t.
I’ll read it again tomorrow.
Until then….

Kind regards, Gus

“Sanctuary in a smile”. After the “lust’ settles and there is just the warmth holding each other, it is the “smile” that says everything and how you can stay in that moment forever. It’s that smile that tells you you are home; where the momentary “lust” becomes more.

I enjoyed reading your poem Crimsin.

Curt

We love seeing you write of love, yes dark love is great love. Tight

Passionately penned, Brenda. What a lovely write my friend. Appreciate you.

Damian

well this is quite grand. It’s like you were fighting the urge of feeling overwhelmed. So you wrote out an incantation to ward off the bad spirits? You slayed it!
Really interesting write, Crims. Very much so.

Oh! This is good, Brenda. Right up my alley.

sometimes, even the sun cannot help when a “cynical fact sarcastic lament” is involved, but becomes magnified when the day is grey. and sometimes there are only vague answers to our ceaseless whys, and yet we cannot help but ask for them. Ironic isn’t it? we are born, we live, we die, and in between these events, there is only the moment and what we do with each one of them. Did we only exist? Or did we make a difference?

Thanks for your poem, Crimsin. I enjoyed reading it and where it led me.

Curt

Powerfully penned, Brenda. Excellent write my friend. Appreciate you.

Damian