DEVIL’S SPICE

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Long way to chase after you, inner golden eye flashing towards the lurk of glittering rides,
Flowering expostulation spreads aromas on the peddler sweeping side,
There is long way to chase after you in thunder hight,
Little difference takes prescribed form the devil’s spice recipe of life,


Beautiful shaman healer song preserve melody peace though the golden era.
This is the place where spring conceive humorous of seven stages of life,
River flows on the souvenirs of mountains top,
Beautiful compilation of Nature’s lullaby melts devil’s ship of the pride.


Eyes narrated immense stories from the ancient history of prideful knight,
Sun shines inside from inspirational stakeholder skies.

End of devil’s spice



“DEVIL’S SPICE “


BY-HARSHITA PANDEY

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An Awkward Silence

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I weaved million dreams of you,
My heart goes into deep tales of scary night.
An Awkward Silence..
An Awkward Silence..


He meant to be a piece of my mind with full of upheaval uncertain shocks,
I remembered all those pious silvery flies with charming embracing moonnights dimflames around the bonfire sets,
An Awkward Silence..
An Awkward Silence..


Stars in the sky as high as my incredible lonely mindset of travelling to the embankment to the basement of love life,
An Awkward Silence..
An Awkward Silence..


Sunrise to sunsets he sat next to me,
His imperfection all lies to head,
Oh my ,oh my uncontrollable feelings set my heart on furnace,
An Awkward Silence..
An Awkward Silence..



BY-HARSHITA PANDEY


Let Me Be Your Sunshine

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Let me be your sunshine, let me be your sunshine,
In ravel’s of rains, in travel’s of hazes,

Let me be your sunshine, let me be your sunshine,
In new morning shrines, in new evening prime,

Let me be your sunshine, let me be your sunshine,
To stay often remembering all joyful colours of beautiful sky indeed, to stay often remembering lustful vessels of empty love,

Let me be your sunshine, let me be your sunshine,
In morons of sadness, in funky tunes of happiness,

Let me be your sunshine, let me be your sunshine,
In earnful days of year, in trustful ladders of fear,

Let me be your sunshine, let me be your sunshine,
In saturday morning tunes of buzz, in sundays night melody of stars fuzz,

Let me be your sunshine, let me be your sunshine,
Shinning flies rode to the fairy towns charming sights, brightening tides surfing to the moon land of romantic heights,

Let me be your sunshine, let me be your sunshine,
The last day of apocalypse when confessions flying to the end of time.

Let me be your sunshine.

BY-HARSHITA PANDEY

🎶MUSIC NOTES 🎶

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Sun is setting down,
All the dusky fire lamps lighten up.

Cold breeze announcing the arrival of striking moon beams,
Humours eyes immensely feels the same as the butterflies in sky,

Music lyrics seems unfamiliar to eardrums,
Her scents fulfilled enormous warmth to depth of heart,
My music notes are flying like a cherryblossom leaves in skies heart,

Her smile to me like music notes,
Her everything makes a perfect songs,
Her cry ,her pain craving, spreading beautiful delighted aromas inside the heart.

Her hugs to me felt like heaven to my clumsy bare heart sides,
For me ,Her temper, tears, and love completes all bewitching notes of music with beautiful voices of the world.

(MUSIC NOTES)🎵

BY-HARSHITA PANDEY

All fairy tales are born here ❤

SELF PHOTOGRAPHY
SELF PHOTOGRAPHY

All birds wake up,
Sun rises from the eastward, distributing
Warmer lights to the lover besides the roads,

Beautiful solitude solace ringing morning bells to beautifying dusty roads of sides,

Blue skies throwing pleasantry rains from the diamond eyes,

Drop! ,drop ! rains drops reflecting and bouncing back from snow white magical mirrors ,the lakes,

Sun seems started to meeting with seven colour friend opposite to the eastward ,
Helping us to stepping forward to the princess’s world of wonders,

Sleepy puffy eyes of mine capturing goodness of the nurturing scenery of the versatile system of the Goddess Nature.






BY-HARSHITA PANDEY

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The Skylark.

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My beloved , I returned back to you,
But it’s arduous to face you.

All over the world I “the skylark “sing dance joyfully all alone without realizing that all my duties are wiggling through mind.

The day When you laid eggs, the day I left you without a chipper, the day when you decided to raise our chicks, and the day when your tearful eyes cursed me.
How pitiful to betraying you ? Alone in the nest with three crying chicks.

I envy you .For all priceless love and happiness,
And for my own greed I left you .
I left you.

My beauty faded away,
Feathers are fallen faster than I thought.
My envious life never praised your love,
All that glorious time with you, Resembling me as we bound ourselves together.
Health suffered alot, all wrinkles describe last seven stages of Shakespeare’s untold binding unbreakable poetry,

My vocal cord not as good as older days of my pride and precious gift of God.
All my arrogance were brutally oppressed by that betrayal curse.

All alone with all grievances I” the skylark” FLEW MILES away to reach you my beloved.
BUT….
ALAS!
Now the time reveals all my faults, flaws and loneliness,
The grim reaper counting all my deeds and I wished for your happiness my beautiful soulmate “My Beloved “.

THE SKYLARK .
THE SKYLARK .


BY-HARSHITA PANDEY


CYCLING TOWARDS THE MOON 🌕🌝🌜🌛

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Oh dear paleish moon,
Beloved want you to decorate in her long hair,

Mauve colour clashed from the atop of marshy land,

Oh dear paleish moon,
Beloved want to invite you to come across by her side to Sparkling sliver gillery fairylights on breezy evenings of chimes,


As a lover of her I want to cycling towards your giant gate.

Oh dear paleish moon,
Beloved dance for you to cherishing her enlisted wishlist of the pride for precious happiness in crescent moonnights hymns.


BY-HARSHITA PANDEY

BITTERSWEET THOUGHTS

I do not want to dry commonly,
I want to sacrifice my leaves blissfully,

I do not want to scattered like stars in sky,
I want to scattered like the happiness in the surrounding,

I do not want to be gone for the people’s mind,
I want to be forever like the pole star in the heart of scarlet sky,

I do not want to be occuper for the golden light,
I want to be the golden light to travel all alone in mauve sky to reach the god and Goddess.

I want to die to rememberence for million lucky stars shaded down from the earth.




BY-HARSHITA PANDEY

Song 🎵🎶🎵

It was a frosty day, snowflakes terribly echoed,
I shivered alot, rubbed yellowish palms to feel warmer from inside,


A spell of a time or a quarter of seconds my eyes meets with melody songs on the opposite side of my shoulder,

A white beautiful woman sings her voice clashed into inner abdomen ,

I stand still the rumbles of snow crackling from the tree trunk,

I was dumbfounded, she was reaching to me, knocking the warm heart DOOR,

I thanked to the goddess , I kneeled down to the goddess

My sight seen heaven today ,
She was a heaven, she was that woman who serves snowflakes white cold light .

I still am I pouring sweetness onto my eardrums and my eyelids still weaving her to my dream.

My wray eyes lifted up bonfire by my dusky cold day.

BY-HARSHITA PANDEY
❤🎶🎵🎵🎶🎶💞