Amidst the jungle's embrace, they found their place, A boy drunk on dreams, pouring out his heart's grace. He spoke of love and companionship's art, Inspiring her with ambitions he held in his heart. In the moonlit night, their souls intertwined, He bared his feelings, his hopes defined. As tears fell softly, he caressed her with care, An untamed spirit, yet gentle in the air. They made love like wild, under the moon's light, A midnight embrace, tender and right. Cuddles and whispers, a love to remember, In the depths of the jungle, their souls surrendered. With the morning sun, reality drew near, A Sunday drive, with songs and movies to cheer. The night left a mark, a cherished memory, And the day brought a shadow of their unity. In a fleeting moment, their hearts had entwined, Two souls touched deeply, forever defined. Together they roamed through the verdant maze, Lost in each other, in love's enchanting haze. Hand in hand, they danced beneath the stars, In passion's rhythm, their souls played guitars. Through sunlit glades and moonlit beams, They chased their dreams, weaved magical schemes. In each other's eyes, they found their guide, Bound by love's bond, they felt alive. The jungle echoed their laughter and glee, As they reveled in love's sweet jubilee. They painted their world with colors bright, A canvas of love, a mesmerizing sight. Yet, amidst the beauty, a whisper of doubt, Could love like this sustain, not burnout? In the face of uncertainty, they held on tight, For love's true essence, they both would fight. Their hearts beat as one, forever entwined, In the dance of love, their spirits aligned. With every sunset and each sunrise, Their love grew deeper, reaching new highs. Amidst the jungle's embrace, they found their place, A love so pure, filled with grace and embrace. Hand in hand, they walked life's winding trail, Together they braved every storm and gale. In the tapestry of love, their story was spun, A timeless tale of two hearts as one. Amidst the jungle's embrace, they found their place, Forever united, bound in love's embrace.

Did life forbid the one who prays? Time and tides do wait for none. And then a melancholy plays Why no peace and holy hunger? The world's a better place with untamed disasters. Why is there a sinful gathering? Words of epic speak actions of fire. Screams of evil fueled by deadly 'desires'. The oldest tree still wails : "They build homes to live in shelter tearing my shade away. And then the waves of wrath above Takes it back away. The kings and queens they have it all, But seldom do they save For the ones who live no faraway." The oldest river wails a mile : "They fought the greatest wars of time to see me red They call it 'bloodshed'. I have cried the deadliest screams with silence. I have seen thousands of 'ships of arrogance' sink," Time is an ally of what they saw. said my mother "Will I see a holy incarnation?"I asked. She replied with a smile : " There is a lot more to come but whatever may come the faith in lord shall help you 'overcome'." I wish to never see that day Where the world wails a moment ; Can we seek a prayer above To never see days Where evils break into the holy den and humanity fails.

Scars, once viewed as blemishes to hide, Can be stars of hope, that light up our inside. A symbol of battles fought, and won, Reminding us of all we've overcome. Each scar tells a story, unique and true, A testament to strength, that resides in you. For every wound, a story of pain, But every scar, a story of gain. They shine like stars, across our skin, A symbol of endurance, of growth from within. With every trial, and every scar, A new constellation, a hope-filled memoir. They teach us to be brave, and to strive, To see the beauty, where once we saw only strife. For in the darkness, stars shine bright, Guiding us through, the trials of the night. So let us embrace, our scars with pride, And cherish them as stars, that shine inside. For they remind us of the battles we've won, And the hope that comes, with each rising sun.

Amidst the grand events of days gone by It's easy to forget the little things The moments that seem too small to signify The quiet whispers that no history sings Yet in these whispers, history resides For little things can change the course of time A butterfly's wings, a single soul's strides Can shape a future that once seemed confined Think of the spark that lit the flame of change A simple thought that led to revolution The drop of ink that wrote the page On which a new world found its constitution The smallest things can shape the grandest plans A gentle word, a smile, a helping hand The threads of fate that bind us all, began With little things that few could understand So as we wander through life's fleeting hours Let's cherish every little thing we find For who knows which of these small powers Will shape the history of humankind.

No matter how many times I tried, it could not come out; When a philosophy was scattered in the pages, "The ocean was made of words, flowing through the eyes, that too was filtered." I thought of writing a poem to hum it in a melodious tune, But there is no song that would be enough to depict your love : 'unconditional'. The one who once sat under the banyan, I found that there is no shade like your lap, fame and digging aside. There is no sense like your affection. There is no way to store you in a piece of paper. All the efforts to put you into words went in vain, God's narration : "Leave it stubborn, you are not such a writer who can bind your mother."