The Achene Flight

The leaf whispered in my ear:
‘Would you like to travel dear?’

A dandelion stared in my eyes:
‘A ride without any price.’

Approval of the palpitating heart.
Nerves throbbing for the journey to start.

Would have to hold the achene tight.
Only fearless choose this risky flight.

Gradually attaining a good height.
Found many like me, the fearless type.

Watching the natures unimaginable beauty.
Honeybees were on the nectar sucking duty.

Landed near the glistening waterfall.
Clearly we all heard its soothing call.

Woods talked about the moon and the stars.
The night was near and home was far.

My achene came to me for a ride back home.
I said,’ Yes please but I would again like to roam.’

by
Kritika

*A Repost
**Picture Credit: Bess Hamitii, Shutterstock

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loVe dIet: FriDay Fun By caLmkAte

Bereft we never are as the air we breathe has it. The flowers, the trees, the birds melodies abounds this treasure but is hard to find and we choose to be confined.

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That yearn for looking beautiful and showing off our best to that special someone, to whom like magnet the attraction is. The unknown emotions suddenly fill the treasure heart. Balloon of happiness inflating with the profound love received from that innocent lover and promises, with meaning, are exchanged in chits.

The season of spring soon meets the rainy weather with gloomy eyes speaking the condition of the depressed heart and mind accepts the distressing state with practical attempts to accomplish the desired. The sneaking. the hiding, witnessed by the night who becomes our best friend with celestial bodies guarding the blissful acts of Love.

6 Types of unhealthy mother-child relationships that affect our adulthood (aleteia.org)

Who said that ‘Love’ will make a difference in academic percentage? Where is it written that one’s marks would dilapidate if he or she feels ‘Love’? The innocence turns to mental stress when parents restrict their own child’s movements. They could have fed their kid with a healthy diet but they force them to focus on academics without considering their mental state. Would the child value the beauty of ‘Love’ if prison is the answer from parent’s end?

A dose of ‘Love’ which requires patience always leads to fruitful solutions. Make it easy for your child to recognize Love’s beauty in their adulthood.

by
Kritika
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In response to Friday Fun – diet – aroused.

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The Young One – Indian Periodical Magazine

the perfection got lost in the crowd of comparison
the betterment got better with the advancement of time

Kritika

The above two lines are a part of the poem which you can find on the mentioned links below.

You can pick the one with the title from the list of contents here:
http://indianperiodical.com/2016/09/list-of-contents/

Or

You can directly go the art piece here:
http://indianperiodical.com/2020/10/the-young-one/

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by
Kritika

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