The Poetry Marathon

i. Oh Little Heaven

Oh Little Heaven, Here’s the message

We found a land of love, midst the worn down dystopian desert.

The Land of Hardworking men, The Land of loyal people

No wonder, it’s the land of the saline princess Lavaana in her teen.

The name must be on history, for being an angel in deeds and words

Seeking peace and hating greed, must be a goddess.

Birds chirping in agreement to her laughs,

Winds yearning to caress her fairy brown hair, hip long.

Oh Little Heaven, sometimes she joins the reapers in harvest,

More pretty on farmers cloths looking prettier, the charm still on.

Oh Little Heaven, Oh Little heaven we’re enlightened to deliver the message

The tiny angels flew up the sky, singing.

Hi fellow sailors.

Hope you are staying safe while going through the incidents that were only in books months ago.

I consider myself as a sailor in this endless world of hopes and dreams. We explore many things in life, moreover its a desire that we can’t quench.

I often stuck in dreams and finds myself in confused state of mind. I reads a lot and writes a bit. Mainly stories and journals. Its my first hand experience on poetry which I wish to make a success with you fellow writers and poets.

My Desktop: Pencil Glass, (I use pencils to write:) ), Current reading, a small blank paper notepad (I made it from one sided papers), Perfume

My Writing Pad: A nice paper which become ultra confusing by dreams and ideas that I have jot down at night in half asleep.

Likes: To Lay under a tree in its flower bed and hear birds chirping.(Never Happened though)

Last but not least. Myself Adarsh, living in this beautiful earth for the past twenty five years and I wish to leave a mark in this vast sea.

(I reckon that name is something that you have so that you can turn when someone call you from behind. And I don’t believe in posts statuses and positions which makes (as some say) superior or inferior)

Hope to see you all somewhere at the end.