priyankajain

Buddha has come home.

I am at peace.

It’s a nice feeling to get flowers any day. It surprises, amuses and always brings a smile to one’s face. Thank you so much.

They are still fresh in my memory. I relieve the scent even today.

The Flame.

In the flight of fancy,

She recalls the past

That sets rollicking

In a bohemian spirit.

Life - a jigsaw puzzle

She discovers in early years of puberty

Slyly feeding on herself

The mystic touch of passion

The fires of lust

Stealthily sneak into the

Pulse and gyrates

Transcending severity of earthquakes

On seismic scales

A change that Eve tasted

In fiery pursuit of the flame

An buried the enigma

In an apple that conjures all ages.

(C)Priyanka Prakash Jain

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